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asvterias · 16 days

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𝖫𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖣𝖺𝗒 & 𝖫𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 ~ 𝖣𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

dior masterlist

warnings: none!!

pairings: dior goodjohn ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: reader is an excellent baker, dior calling reader mamas (OMFG- 😩) cocky!dior, reader is VERY squeamish around snakes, gym!dior (JUST BCS), just cute sweet fluff between reader & dior, dior’s fans LOVE the couple

summary: spending a lazy day with your actress girlfriend while sometimes being involved on an instagram live is your favorite way to bypass quality time. wanting to help soothe your girlfriend’s stress from the production of her first song, ‘Focus’, so you decided to bake dior’s favorite cookies.

word count: 4.5k+

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author’s note: kinda a self-indulgent fanfic ngl. also if dior says she doesn’t like fanfictions about her, then i will delete this. i don’t wanna overstep any boundaries and make her uncomfortable.

Being bored in your house alone wasn’t as entertaining when you actually had the energy to make it enjoyable. Your parents and older brother had gone out for the day and your little sister, Leah spent the afternoon with her friends Walker and Aryan. Unfortunately, Dior was unable to keep you company as well, tending to her schedule. Since your girlfriend was occupied at the studio with the producers, practicing for her new hit single ‘Focus’, she couldn’t just ditch and be with you. She had her own life, consumed by other priorities that didn’t involve you.

Now, you weren’t an actress like your sister and girlfriend, yet you had a decent lifestyle despite Dior trying to spoil you endlessly with gifts from famous name brands.

Dior Goodjohn, there were so many words to describe her. Beloved multi-talented actress, who’s been a doting affectionate girlfriend of 2 years and overall a great girl in your life.

The car ride to your girlfriend’s apartment was a simple 30-minute drive and the entrance into her apartment was even easier. For your 1st anniversary gift, Dior gave you a spare house key, trusting you enough with that, telling you to come over whenever. She didn’t mind your presence beside her as she always admires your surprise visits.

It was her with the suggestion of you two living together, but neither of your parents ever allowed it, considering you’re still minors. Although you two were disappointed in their final decision, the couple made the extra effort and hosted as many sleepovers as possible.

Deciding upon doing an Instagram live whilst you waited for your girlfriend to arrive back home. Supposedly, she was busy with her first new single on the way called ‘Focus’ and you understood everything. The late nights returning back home, her exhausted state, all of it, you witnessed and supported her all the way. Whenever Dior needed you, you were there at her beck and call, helping her relax when the impending stress became too overwhelming.

An hour ago, she had sent a text, reassuring you that she’ll be home soon. By the time she’d reached home, it’d been almost nightfall, the evening disappearing.

Once you’ve started the live, you greet the fans with a quick wave and smile, observing the number of fans joining your live. At first, you didn’t keep the conversation short with them, updating them on your whereabouts.

Walking into the kitchen, you took the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies and grabbed the materials needed. Tending to the chocolate chip cookie dough as you silently read over the simple recipe placed on the counter.

Just in time, there was loud shuffling heard outside the front door and you squealed in excitement. Your beloved girlfriend had finally reached back home. Dior has been consumed at the studio, all with the anxious release of her first new single ‘Focus’. Sometimes your girlfriend invites you over to the studio to preview her song with her and honestly share some helpful insight on it.

When she walked into the apartment, her tensed shoulders relaxed and her droopy eyes lit up at the sight of you. There you were in all your glory; her beautiful girlfriend to the rescue, providing her that gorgeous smile and unlimited cuddles of comfort. She’ll always cherish her moments with you, no matter how long time will grant. Closing the door and locking it behind her, she sends you a cheery smile, discarding her bag on the floor.

Very tiredly, she staggered over to the kitchen where you were.

“Hey mamas,” She greets you, eagerly accepting your inviting hug, giving you a soft short kiss on the lips.

“My wifey is back home!” You grinned, shoving her presence in the camera, hugging her tightly.

“How was your day?” She asked.

“So boring until you arrived.”

“Hey guys,” she waved with phone in hand and her other hand still wrapped around your waist, keeping you secure in her grasp. You felt the beads of sweat on her forehead, cheeks flushed and her breathing seemed erratic. Her outfit was quite appealing to the eye, wearing a black Nike gym outfit and the kitchen light glared onto her toned stomach, causing you to be flustered.

Probably just redressed in her backup gym clothes and finished a late-night gym workout to help ease her worries. She always did so whenever her nerves got the better of her.

Often, she’d be gym buddies with Charlie but not tonight, looks like she wanted to be alone.

“Go take a shower,” you whispered in her ear, scrunching up your nose when she boops your nose, “You’re all sweaty and shit.”

“I was planning to.”

You nodded assuredly and released yourself from Dior’s hug, watching your girlfriend leave the kitchen, heading to her bathroom to take a nice shower. Staring at her figure until she disappeared behind the door, your back facing the camera and you redirected your attention back to the live.

For the time being, you comfortably sat on the kitchen counter, gaining a sudden sweet tooth, and munched down on the chocolate chips while answering the viewer’s questions. After you got a toothache from the sweetness of the chocolate chips, you balanced it out with warm water. Suddenly you gained the random urge to bake cookies, rather than continue your process of it. For some reason, you started creating the cookie dough, but ultimately got distracted and impatient…and also bored of doing so. As a matter of fact, you remembered snacking on the chocolate chips and answering questions on your live not even 30 minutes ago. You shake your head at the recent memory, amused by your own tactics, and now determined to surprise your exhausted girlfriend with a hot batch of delicious cookies downed with a fresh glass of milk.

Everything about this was the perfect timing. To help soothe your girlfriend and impress her fans with your amazing baking skills. Mostly, it was to help your stressed girlfriend.

You leaned forward, one hand still holding the mixing spoon, and squinted your eyes as you read a live comment, “Where is Dior right now?”

“Ummm….she’s in the shower because she just recently reached home.”

That statement sparked brand new questions for fans to ask:

‘Do you like Dior’s body build?’

‘Are you two gym buddies?’

‘Bet you absolutely love seeing Dior work out! 😉’

‘Where’s your little sister Leah??”

“Of course I do, everything involving Dior I’m obsessed with! Absolutely not, I can’t work out to save my life, and no I’m not my sister’s bodyguard!” You chuckle, applying the dry ingredients into the mixing bowl.

‘What are you making?’

You showed the camera the mixing bowl filled with raw cookie dough, which lacked the chocolate chips yet.

“Chocolate chip cookies, they’re Dior’s favorite,” You said, “She’s such a sweet tooth.”

@: ‘Aww, Y/N’s soo sweet.’

@: ‘Wish I had a gf to bake my favorite treats!’

“Good thing, Dior always has a spare chocolate chip bag around here.” You bite your lip, “Just need to get my hands on them.”

Deeply invested in your baking, you didn’t recognize how quickly time passed by when Dior appeared behind you, instantly going for your warm touch. She inhales your scent, hugs you from behind, and peppers your face and neck with innocent kisses, enjoying the erupting giggles from you.

“Never mind you guys, Dior’s here.”

Your head sashays with every movement making your braids tickle her skin lightly.

Paying no attention to her presence, you stirred the pot listening to her low humming while rocking you side to side. These were the days that Dior loved, a chance to catch a breather and soak in relaxation days with you.

Her eyes analyzed the Instagram live on your phone.

“Where did you hide the spare chocolate chip bag?”

“Like, I’d tell you,” she scoffs, “Last time I told you where I hid the chocolate chips, I heard you in the middle of the night, snacking on them. We had an unprepared visit to the dentist the following morning and we both know you hate going to the dentist.”

“That was an inconvenience!”

“No, No! That was karma, I warned you multiple times to not eat so many sweets at one time. You’re just a stubborn girl.”

“Yeah, and so what I’m your stubborn girl,” You leaned closer towards her, noses hovering over the other as you stared into each other’s eyes. “Which makes me your problem!”

“Oh, you’re a problem, alright.”

“Yeah, your prettiest problem too!”

She huffed as you consistently pestered about the other hidden bag of chocolate chips, finally being convinced by your whining. You beamed in excitement, gripping the fresh bag as you sauntered back over to the mixing bowl.

Another buzz feed of comments was spiraling your girlfriend’s way.

@: ‘The cutest couple to ever exist!!’

@: ‘Couple goals fr!’

@: ‘How long have you and Y/N been dating?’

Dior informs them, “We’ve been dating for 2 years, our anniversary is coming up soon.”

“What you gonna get me?”

“It’s a surprise, my love.”

“I do love surprises,”

“I know you do.”

“Just don’t pop up with no snake.” You said, your sweet tone disappears.

“Someone popped up with a snake thinking it’ll be funny.” You referred to Dior with an unimpressed look.

“Update it was.”

“Show up with a snake again, and I swear someone is getting punched.”

“You wouldn’t punch me, my face is too pretty for that kinda damage.”

“Well, I’m obviously not punching the snake!”

“You wouldn’t punch me.”

“If you bring a snake I just might,” Obviously, you were kidding. You’d never do that to your sweet beloved girlfriend.

She frowns slightly, rethinking her upcoming words.

“Last time it wasn’t funny! Everyone knows I don’t fuck with reptiles, especially snakes.”

“That just means she likes you!” Dior insisted.

“I don’t care, that goddamn yellow snake can like me at a safe distance behind a glass cage at the petting zoo!” You shout, “Either that or nothing!”

“You guys see what I have to deal with on a daily,” Dior points to you, sarcasm laced in her tone, “Such a drama queen.”

Nodding along to your girlfriend’s statement as you applied the chocolate chips to the batch of raw cookie dough.

“Yet, she loves this drama queen,” you retorted.

Dior scans some more of the fans’ comments.

@: ‘DIOR PLEASE POST THE SINGLE OUT NOW 🙏🏾🙏🏾!!’

@: ‘OMG HOW IS FOCUS GOING??’

@: ‘CAN WE GET ANOTHER TEASER??’

“Sorry guys, I already said when Focus is getting released and unless you’re my girl, you don’t get a preview.” She confirms with the viewers, “Also it’s going really well.”

@: ‘Omg they’re so cute, it’s not even funny!’

@: ‘When will this happen to me??’

@: ‘How was the preview Y/N??’

“It was fucking awesome,” you answered the last commenter, “Like her voice is so beautiful, like I fell in love with her a million times over again, it’s completely outrageous.”

“We can’t wait for you guys to hear it!” Dior cheers.

“All of your ears will be certainly blessed after hearing her magnetic voice, I know I was.” You agreed.

“Aren’t you quite the flatterer.”

“I’m just being a supportive girlfriend who’s always honest with you.”

“Never said I didn’t like the compliments,”

“Baby, can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees for me?” You gently asked her.

Dior remained quiet, complying with your request, walking to the oven, and preheating it. She skipped back over to you, arms wrapped around your waist, continuing to hug you from behind, gazing at you. You started to ball the cookie dough, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as the silence in the atmosphere was turning palpable.

“Why are you so quiet?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, turning to the curly-haired girl, pausing your movements.

“Nothing…it’s just you’re so beautiful.” She murmured, taken away by your beauty. “Gimmie a kiss…” she puckered her lips, leaning into you.

Instead of giving in to her demands, you swipe a decent amount of remaining flour on your finger, smearing it across your girlfriend’s cheek.

“Did you just—?” her eyes widened in shock, glancing at the flour placed on her cheek.

“I did!” you giggled, applying another ounce of flour on her other cheek, “And I’m not even sorry,”

@: ‘You can’t tell me they aren’t in love, like just look at them!’

“You’re lucky you’re so cute and adorable,” she pouts, swiping an ounce of flour on your nose.

“Not the only reason you’re letting me off so easy,” you whine as she places her head into the crevice of your neck, still placing tiny kisses there.

Her voice was muffled. “We can always order in, you know that, princess.” you turned off the stove, leaving Dior’s fingers lingering on your stomach.

“I know,” you sigh, turning around to face your girlfriend and her hands immediately redirect on your waist. you tried to avoid eye contact, in hopes of getting your point across without being distracted but her hazel eyes remained on you. “I just wanted to do something special for you cause you deserve it and I wanted to help brighten your day.” Finally, you manage to gaze into Dior’s eyes only to find her already admiringly staring back.

You never took in her outfit, eyes slowly trailing down at her body. She wore a white Nike sports bra with gray shorts and her hair was still damp from the shower.

You didn’t realize you were checking her out until Dior pointed it out.

“Gorgeous, my eyes are up here.” She teases, chuckling slightly at your reaction towards her clothing.

“I don’t need a fresh pair of my favorite cookies to know that you love me. Just you being here brightens up my day and I want you to know that.” her fingers glide over your cocoa-brown skin, drinking in your skin tone with her delicate touch. “I appreciate every single thing that you have to offer, because, believe me, I’d be a damn fool if I ever let you go.”

You chuckle and caress her face, slightly stroking her cheek. “I love you so much, Dior.”

“I love you too, mi amor.” she leaned in for a kiss and you complied, making her hum and deepen the kiss. completely mesmerized by the passionate kiss, you didn’t react when you felt two arms lifting you by the thighs, throwing your body onto her shoulder like you weighed nothing. She patted your hips twice, turning to the phone and sending the viewers a wink before carrying you over to the couch.

“No!! Babe, Dior…put me down!!” you mercifully pleaded with your girlfriend but it was rendered useless when she finally dropped you out of her hands…and right onto the couch which was nearby. The Instagram live was able to see you two, only at a farther distance.

You end up lying upside down on the couch as your braids hang over the floor and your legs dangle in mid-air. Dior’s laughs fill the atmosphere and the butterflies flutter in your stomach, due to slight embarrassment and amusement.

“Alright jokes over, help me up now, Dior.” you held out your hand, eager for reliance.

“Oh no, that’s the oldest trick in the book. I’m not gonna fall for that one.”

You roll your eyes, pulling yourself up using your elbows as support, and hastily grab her shirt and pull her down with you. A shocked gasp left her lungs as she tumbled down beside you and once she’s recovered from her fall, she turned to look at you.

With your hand still gripping her shirt, and instead of another sudden ambush, you pulled her in for a soft kiss, gently pecking her lips and giving her the widest grin you could’ve displayed.

“Now we both know that you could do better than that.”

Your harsh grip on her sweatshirt loosened, and this time Dior leaned in and kissed you tenderly, highly content that you reciprocated the action back. The brunette pulled away, “Great, now can we order in? You know, you’re my girl and all, who I wholeheartedly adore, but I don’t want to be sick for the rest of the week.”

You feign shock, shoving her in the stomach as she dramatically acts being hurt, clutching onto her stomach, and falling on the floor. You were truly offended at your girlfriend’s words while she just laughed boisterously.

“I could so cook!” You argued.

“I love you gorgeous, but no you can’t.”

You throw the couch pillow, hurling the item towards her face. Much to your dismay, Dior’s reaction time was faster, stretching a hand out to block the flying pillow and catching it.

“Guess you’ll be on a kissing ban.” You cross your arms and twist your nose in the air.

“No, I won’t.”

She stood up menacingly, stalking closer towards you, making you look at her and unfurl your folded arms.

“Oh yes, you will,”

“You’re gonna seriously ban me from your kisses all because I said you’re a horrible cook.” Dior defends herself, “You’re an excellent baker now.”

“I’m petty as hell, don’t forget it.”

“I thought you meant pretty as hell,” Dior smirks.

“That too!”

“You bet your ass you are.” She pinches your thigh.

“Wow, thanks for the compliment, d,” You roll your eyes.

“No problem, princess.” she kissed your knuckles before trailing up your arms and halting at your collarbones, “You drown in my compliments, and I love to see it.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” you murmur, a fond smile tugging at the ends of your lip.

Her hot breath fanned over your ear. “Come on, babe.” she groans against your skin, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear, missing the way you squirmed lightly from her ticklish lips. Her energetic eyes met yours once again as she spoke, “Let’s order takeout, Chipotle, your favorite, it’s all on me.”

“How can I say no to that?”

She shifted her weight from you, allowing some space since she was lying on top of you, making you escape much easier from her embrace.

Keeping you on her watchful gaze, you venture to the dining room table to retrieve the Chipotle menu.

“Or how can you see no to me?” She states when you returned back to the living room.

“Real smooth, Goodjohn.” your sentence rolls off your tongue with ease. You swore you witnessed Dior shudder at the sultry tone of your voice, mentioning her last name. The vulnerable sight of your cocky girlfriend made a smile widen across your face.

“Isn’t that how I’m dating you? You were swooned by my alluring charm?!” she questioned, staring at you, curious for the answer. “Or unless,” she gasps shockingly, causing you to resist the temptation of rolling your eyes, “You’re only with me for my body and popularity,”

“No no you were a sexy dumbass and I was your smart savior,” you reaffirmed her accusations. “You being an uprising celebrity is just one of the many advantages,”

“Whatever, you fell for me and my charms, regardless,”

You huff, crossing your arms as you avoid Dior’s gaze. “I like you because of you,”

“Damn right you did,” she pulled you in closer by the waist, “And I know you wouldn’t change me for anything.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” you scoff.

“Oh but I love it when I’m right,” Dior chuckles, bringing your lips onto yours, pouting slightly when you refuse the kiss. “Makes me feel like I’ve beaten you at something,”

Her mood brightens when you change your mind, settling for a quick peck on the lips.

Anything was better than nothing, Dior supposed, but then immediately disagreed. She grew irritated at the lack of your attention, at this point feeling it was better if you didn’t reward her with a kiss anyway. Snapping her eyes at you, sending a glare of irritation, observing the cocky grin on your face.

This sneaky little vixen, Dior thought as she maintained eye contact with you. Of course, you were fully aware of Dior’s total hatred towards light kisses, and to give her a peck was so wrong in many ways. Clearly, it meant you didn’t love her anymore and that peck was the first sign of you losing interest in her.

Dior shook her head, disposing of those thoughts, knowing she was being a dramatic queen right now.

“Keep this attitude up and you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you snarled, hoping your demanding tone would encourage Dior to oblige. Oh, Dior loves your confidence, but not when it was used against her.

It was necessary to humble you, right then and there, or else you’ll never learn your lesson. After all, you were a very smart girl and not a stupid one, it wasn’t your tendency to make frequent mistakes like this.

Without saying a word, she squeezes your stomach, her hands slithering their way upwards against your chest and you release a tiny squeal of shock. Dior had her gaze locked down on you during the whole time. You refused to look your girlfriend in the eyes as you closed your eyes, internally cursing yourself for being so submissive to her actions. and rather, a very simple action at that too. God, you thought you had more pride than you let on.

Guessing it was Dior’s way of saying; don’t bite off more than you can chew.

“No, I won’t, and I know you won’t do that. You’ll miss me too much,” she admitted, grinning at the scowl appearing on your lips. your girlfriend shuffles slightly on you, keeping her warm hands underneath the hoodie you wore, “Baby, don’t scowl, it promotes ugly wrinkles.”

That comment earned Dior a flick to her forehead and you pushed her to the floor, giggling at her dejected groans of pain.

You looked at your phone, grabbed it, and flipped the camera, showing your girlfriend sprawled out on the floor. Her beautiful curls spread across the carpeted floor as she squints her eyes at you.

On Instagram live, comments and viewers flooded in alike, observing the sapphic couple.

“Look at this dumbass,” You stated, bringing the phone closer to her as you straddled her lap. Instinctively, her arms rest on your hips, lightly tracing imaginary patterns on the clothed flesh. Limbs tangled together, constant swooning with each other through quick stares, and the faint giggles erupting from both of you filled the quiet atmosphere.

“Not too close,” she warns, puckering her lips, “My lips are all yours.” Out of the camera, your girlfriend kisses your cheek and then

“Gimmie a kiss and a real one this time!” Dior demands, mumbling it to you.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Dior’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Dior’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

She could kiss you a billion times, and that still wouldn’t suffice for you, Dior made sure you know that on numerous occasions, often being the one to overextend your kisses. You felt your girlfriend’s smile in the kiss as she deepened it, her grip on your waist tightening.

It was one of those slow and steady kisses that you cherished with her. There was no need to rush your makeout, a calm chaste kiss sealed the deal and got the point across. Dior was just drowning in your lips, never reluctant to refuse your kisses, moving on one accord.

She couldn’t go on with another minute without your loving kisses. Those kisses shared with you, your soft and sweet lips, were like nicotine to her, a special type of drug, stupidly yearning for your lips even more. You were Dior’s drug and she was your addiction. Insanely addicted to your lips making her act crazy, practically begging on her knees for an ounce of your attention, wondering if you saw her in the same light she perceived for you.

Sucking in a breath as the kiss intensified, one of Dior’s hands traveled to your lower back as the other remained on your hips, lightly squeezing the flesh there. You moaned in the kiss, spurring your girlfriend further on as she tugged at your lower lips, biting down gently, hardly enticing any discomfort from you.

Dior gave you time to adjust yourself again as she stared at you in contentment. Your hand teasingly runs down from the crevices of her breasts down to her toned abdomen and her breath hitched at this. However, she gains dominance as her hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing down on them as you shuffle slightly.

Eventually leading up to the risk of getting insanely high, and resisting the temptation to become sober. Never take the risk of being sober if it means that she gets to be high off of you every day, obsessed by everything you achieved. Like hell was your girlfriend was gonna waste the chance of losing your touch once more, she’d be crazy enough to beat those allegations.

“I’m your….” Dior clarified, lips swollen from the intense making out. The camera frame caught onto her loose curls and barely the side of her face, “Sexy dumbass, you said so yourself,” She nods reassuringly, smiling slightly at your laughter.

“Think that’s it for today, we’ll see you later!” You concluded, and gave Dior your phone, displaying her presence on the live, “Say goodbye Dior!”

“Bye, you guys! Love ya!” Dior blows an air kiss at the phone screen. She ended the Instagram live and placed the phone on the coffee table as you both sat upright.

“Damn, baby,” she chuckles, wiping away the flour from her cheek. Her gaze never left you, peering at the flour mess on your face too. Your girlfriend smirks at you, “Looks like we’re gonna both take a shower sooner than expected.”

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tpwkwriter · 7 months

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i adore your writing could i request something pls? could you do the different calls h and reader have? lik sometimes harry will only call her bc he misses her voice all the calls they share pls

Too cute 😖 made this into a wee headcannon<3

Warnings: none!

——————————“oh honey”——————————

Anyone who knew the couple knew they couldn’t possibly go a day without contact or seeing each others faces.

If Harry was away on tour or press, or y/n was away with family or away on a girls weekend sometime between that time there would 100% be a FaceTime or phone call.

“I Miss you”

These kind of calls were normally during the late evening, where everyone’s jobs were done for the day but they were still separated and craves that togetherness feel.

“I miss you, miss you soooooo much” Harry sang into his iPhone.

“Miss you more H” she smiled.

These calls always contained questions and conversations about each others day, and even if y/n was too tired to talk she was never too tired to listen to H speak about his day.

“What are you up too?”

These calls were sometimes quiet random and unexpected and were often when one of them was at home and the other was on there way back, for some reason it worked like that.

“Babeee?” Harry hummed, placing his phone on the stand on the dashboard of one his cars.

“Mmhmm” y/n replied propping her phone against a candle on the coffee table.

“What ya doinggggg?” He said putting his car into ignition and getting ready to head home.

“M’finding a movie for us to watch later tonight” she answered glancing down to watch him.

Harry claimed these types of calls were because he was just ‘nosey’ but in reality he just liked hearing her voice and seeing what she was up to.

“Just checking up”

Harry’s protective and caring nature was always looking out for signs and symptoms of his girl, he could read her easy hence why his care intensified at times.

“Hello Harry” she said lowly bringing her phone to her ear.

“Hello beautiful, you okay?” He asked.

“Mmhmm just tired”

“M’kay, haven’t heard much from ya” he started.

“Which is fine love, but I’ll be home in about 15 minutes and I’ll get us dinner alright?” He reassured.

“Okay love, thank you I love you” she smiled, feeling relieved he couldn’t see her crimson cheeks.

“S’my job love, and I love you”

“Come get me!”

Being the designated driver was always a challenging journey from dropping them off, to waiting for there call in the early morning hours, both of the couple took there job seriously and always knew what to do.

The clock was reaching 2:30am and still no sign of Harry, it had been a gruelling couple of hours, y/n tried various things to distract herself from the fact her boyfriend is out surrounding by gos knows how many people.

It wasn’t him she didn’t trust it was others she didn’t, his status didn’t help, the idea of him being so vulnerable without her made y/n’s stomach turn.

A familiar ringtone filled her ears, finally.

It was Harry.

“Heeeey Beautifullllll, I wanna want to come home now, I wanna be in the warm with youuuu” he slurred over the phone.

“Oh Harry, I’m on my way, stay exactly where you are okay I’m on my way I love you”

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Quite a shorty but I hope it’s still okay🩷

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umeoniii · 1 year

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Can you do lesbian fluff (or smut) for the aot girls????

lesbian relationship hcs w aot girls

nsfw & sfw

w: annie, mikasa, sasha,

annie:

☆ very introverted obvi, but she can actually be very extroverted w her s/o

☆ prefers cute dates at food places like bakeries or sushi restaurants

☆ loves when her s/o makes her sweets

☆ for gifts i feel like she writes things, like letters or poems maybe even a song (probably too embarrassed to sing though)

☆ not the most affectionate but when she is she’s a lot, like a lil puppy dog

☆ sleeps a lot, she sleeps all over her s/o

she falls asleep on their lap, shoulders, stomach i feel like she’s a really sleepy girl

☆ likes hearing her s/o’s stories and adventures

she likes giving her input and opinions

☆ wears ur hoodies maybe bcs she likes the smell, maybe bcs their comfier, maybe bcs she likes bugging you

☆ gets flustered when you even show that you think abt her

☆ actually anything you do makes her flustered deep down

☆ takes turns w u giving back massages

☆ forcefully takes you w her to the gym

you don’t even have to work out but she still wants you there

☆ she lets you touch her abs, even though she finds it odd

♡ she’s more dominant BUT she can be more subby depending on how she’s feeling

♡ loud

♡ likes scissoring

♡ when she is feeling submissive she likes when her s/o eats her out

♡ owns a good amount of sex toys, she bought them really for you

♡ very great stamina

♡ can last a few rounds before getting overstimulated and tired

mikasa:

☆ little spoon when sleeping

☆ very introverted even with her s/o

☆ likes quite and secluded dates, like a picnic

☆ likes when you take photos of her but she doesn’t like for the whole world to see them

☆ makes things for her s/o

something as small as cookies or as big as a crocheted sweater

☆ type of gf who would share a milkshake willingly

☆ super cuddly and warm

☆ remembers lots of things abt you, some things you’d render “useless”

like you had a hamster named zunie in 5th grade

☆ has a playlist of songs that make her think of u

☆ let’s you pick out her outfits sometimes

☆ keeps all the plushies you’ve ever bought her

♡ sub

♡ whimpers and whines

♡ holds you very tightly

♡ sometimes she lowkey gets all somber and sad during sex whispering stuff like “please don’t leave me ever”

♡ sex is very intimate w her

♡ squirter

♡ when she is giving to her s/o she literally eats pussy like a starved woman

sasha:

☆ naggy loud gf

it’s very sweet though

☆ shows her s/o a lot of love…. a lot

she gives you wet kisses and blows raspberries into your tummy

☆ you guys alr know she likes dates at restaurants but i feel like she’d also like people watching, feeding ducks, or the movies. she likes fun stuff

☆ never a dull moment with her

☆ sleeps wildly, sometimes you just gotta sleep on the couch. she probably snores too.

☆ she’s the type to post all pictures of you for the world to see. ALL

☆ makes slideshows on stuff like why she thinks you guys should buy a roomba

☆ forces u to do couplely things like match outfits

☆ buys corny cards for holidays

“you’re purrfecf for me! love, sash”

☆ play wrestles

takes it way too far. she jumps off the couch and tries to body slam you

☆ if you have bigger boobs just know she’s not gonna leave em alone

she lies on them to sleep and she always just touches them and gropes them

she makes “jokes” about you breastfeeding her and calling you mommy (it’s not really a joke)

~ ♡ def calls you mommy in bed regardless of chest size

♡ with all the eating she does she’s gotta be able to eat pussy

♡ vv whiny

♡ sub

♡ cant last longer than around 2 minutes

♡ will literally touch herself right next to u in bed while you’re sleep

♡ puts whipped cream on your body and licks and eats it off

a/n: i am SO sorry this took so long, i literally got stuck and was gonna try and make this one super duper long but i gave up on it and finished it last .°(ಗдಗ。)° . i hope u enjoy it n’ if there’s another character u wanna see u can request it! <333

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jensensfanfic · 9 months

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KISSING MONTAGE

pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader

requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)

☆part 2☆

—☆—

Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.

"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"

You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.

You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.

And that is what you had finally done last night.

After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.

It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.

Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.

"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"

She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"

She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"

"Uh... yeah!"

She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.

You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.

—☆—

Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.

One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.

—☆—

One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"

"Uh... duh."

At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."

She blushes and then you pull her back to you.

—☆—

Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.

You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."

"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.

"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."

"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.

—☆—

It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.

Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.

And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.

—☆—

One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really like you."

She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."

"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."

"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."

"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."

—☆—

The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"

You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."

"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.

This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"

"A little."

"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."

—☆—

Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom @httphayn @imdoingbetternow (let me know if you want to be tagged in future imogen fics!!)

#my writing #mine #imogen heaney x reader #heartstopper x reader

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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hi mooney!

i just wanted to share my thoughts on abby n chubby reader (this was definitely NOT based on personal experience or anything) uhm, maybe slight trigger warning for implying an eating disorder?

maybe abby took reader out for lunch or something n absentmindedly said something about reader eating a big meal, (ex. "baby, you sure you're gonna eat all that?") not even meaning it in a bad way but reader thinking abby's suggesting she eat a little less, so reader just loses her appetite and goes kinda silent n doesn't say anything for the rest of lunch cs it reminds her of things her exes have said abt her; abby jus thinking she's sleepy, it goes on for like a couple days n abby getting worried cs her girl is eating less than usual n it's starting to affect her, like reader being more silent, slightly shaking a bit cs of how little she's eating n sleeping more cs her not eating is leading to less energy n it's jus reader falling back into how she used to treat herself before she met abby

abby finally decides to confront reader n reader jus letting the flood gates open n SOBBING to abby about how she thinks abby doesn't love her anymore n how she's sorry for eating so much n just saying how she's trying to get rid of the weight by not eating as much to get her body used to it.

abby is absolutely SHOCKED n confused on why her sweet angel is doing this n when reader explains what abby said, abby jus feels so bad n gives reader the best comfort n reassuring her that she meant nothing by it ["baby i swear! i didnt know :( jus didn't want you getting a tummy ache cs you ate a big breakfast too but i didnt mean you should stop taking care of yourself! :(( ] n abby jus making all of reader's favorite foods n making sure her girl is gettin all her nutrients n stuff in n jus being super comforting by letting reader cry some more n stuff

sorry if this is so long, jus had this thought bobbing around my head n needed to share it with someone :( feel free to get to this anytime ♡︎ hope you're having an amazing day/night

(also, could i be 💌 or 🐇 anon?)

TW: disordered eating, internalized fatphobia + hatred

hi baby! 1) imma choose 💌 bc it's so cute! 2) I'll say it, I have had this experience before (though admittedly without the sweet masc to help me out), so let's go! of course, trigger warning for disordered eating and general discomfort around food and body image. if you can't or don't want to read that, avoid this. avoid it like the plague.

it all started with a comment. you and abby were having brunch after class, as a treat for you having just submitted a huge assignment. and you're starving! you had no time before class to eat, and then your class was an eighty minute chunk. so you're so hungry, and you order a full meal, a smoothie plus a California club and sides! grapefruit, onion rings, fries. (obviously if you have any allergies or preferences, just imagine it's something else for this. the actual food isn't critical to the plot). and when you tell the server your order and they leaves, Abby turns to you and says "You gonna eat all of that, baby?"

and of course she doesn't mean it in a shamey, how-could-you-eat-all-of-that way. she meant it in a can-you-eat-all-of-that-without-getting-a-tummy-ache way. but that's not how it registered. and it makes you feel sick, even when you answer "maybe I'll just take the leftovers"

you definitely end up taking the leftovers, because you get maybe two bites into the sandwich, nibbling on the sides, and decide to just finish the smoothie. you have basically your entire meal untouched, and abby gets full off her own meal, so you have two containers of leftovers to take home, which makes you feel so shitty. and you can hear every negative voice in your head rise up, from family members to peers to exes, everyone who ever fatshamed you and made you feel wrong for trying to nourish your body.

you're quiet all the way home, quiet for days after. abby just assumes you're tired, knowing that you have a lot of school work. and partly, she's right. you are tired. you're fuckign exhausting because you're eating maybe one meal a day, (not) sustaining yourself on coffee and water, doing all of your assignments with no energy whatsoever. and you're fighting yourself, not knowing how to bring it up to abby. that it's not because of what she said, she didn't mean it, but it kind of is because of what she said. and it hurts so fucking bad. so yeah, you're exhausted.

it all comes to a head when you're sitting, kneeling, in front of your mirror, doing your makeup or just getting ready, and when you stand up, you nearly pass out. you're so lightheaded, slamming your hand out to the wall, trying not to fall over. your vision swims, and you try to stabilize yourself. abby, who was sitting at her desk, immediately gets up, practically flying to you and holding you up.

"shit, baby, are you okay?" and she sounds so concerned, you fucking break. the tears are so fast, you don't stand a chance at stopping them. you're standing there, sobbing, and abby is terrified. because she doesn't know why. so she gently guides you over the bed, still crying, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and trying to get you to a state where you can talk.

it takes about fifteen minutes, but you get there, still crying, still hiccuping out sobs, but at least somewhat intelligible.

"I just. I know you didn't mean it to be mean. But last week, at the restaurant, when you asked if I was gonna eat all of the food and-" You can't keep talking because it all floods back to you and you're crying again, clinging to abby like a lifeline, chest hurting from the sobs. But now Abby gets it. She remembers what she said and she figures out how it might've sounded and now she feels like shit. Because she never wanted to hurt you, but intent doesn't matter right now because she did hurt you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to say it like that, and I'm so sorry my words hurt you. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I only asked because I didn't want your stomach to hurt, but I should have worded it so much better. I never, ever, want you to feel guilty about eating, or anything, with me."

You're still crying, still clinging to her, but trying to get the words out. "It's okay baby, I should've" hiccup "should've talked to you, told you how I felt but I just froze" hiccup "and I was so scared you would think I was gross, so I stopped eating so much but that didn't help anything-" and again, you're crying so hard your head hurts, and now Abby is crying, sniffling, trying to hide it because this is about you and she knows if you hear her crying you'll worry about her. So she presses a kiss to your head, rubbing her hands up and down your back.

"I wish you would have talked to me, but I know it's scary and hard and it's so easy in theory. But I'm so sorry I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me. I will always be here for you, baby, always." and when she here's you whisper out a small "I love you", she hauls you into her lap. You're still crying, because you need to let it out, but Abby doesn't move a fucking inch, holding you for as long as you need.

Once you've calmed down enough to move to the couch, Abby gets to work cooking you your favorite meal, trying not to overload you with so much ood that'll make your tummy hurt, but trying to give you a good, balanced dinner after a week of hurt. Sitting at the kitchen island, watching you eat pasta with some lingering trepidation but an overwhelming amount of trust on your face, she would never trade that moment for anything, Abby knows that, for the rest of her life, she wants to take care of you. Wants you to live a life where food isn't pain or punishment, and you're allowed to nourish yourself and enjoy food when you want to.

#💌 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader fluff #abby anderson fluff #tw ed implied

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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one chance | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.4k words requested: yes, by an anon: “magic hour!!! hello!!!! so goooooooodd!!🥰🥰 plis make a part 2❤️❤️” & by @purpledianezzzzzz “BESTIE MY HEART 😭 imma need a pt2 after that absolute SWOON of a fic” & by @poison0bee “we NEED a part two where after the next day, we see a time-skip, where we meet him again n have a cute happy ending. 🥺🥺” warnings: fluff, angst, language maybe?, idk idk a/n: their story isn’t over yet. REPOSTING BC IT WASN'T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. also, i’ve been absolutely HATING everything i’m writing rn, which is why i haven’t been posting as much lmao. i literally write a few sentences and then end up deleting everything bc it sucks looooool. i don’t know when part three of this story will be up, so pls be patient. alsooo, this is not the story i was talking about when i said i was writing something with sharl, that one’s taking a bit more time but i don’t want to rush it bc it’s based on one of my favorite movies<3

my masterlist / this is a part two to 'magic hour'

it had been five months since her trip to cancun.

the main reason she hated going on vacations was exactly this, the sad realization that she had to return to her normal routine after living her best life only for a few days. it was sad.

the hardest part was saying goodbye to charles. three days with him were not enough.

that was also why she was apprehensive to let herself be free and try new things. when she liked something, or someone, she did it with her whole being. she wasn’t one to do things halfway, she committed every cell of her being into it. it was difficult when things ended.

their last day together was one she’d always remember. he picked her up early, way too early to be awake. but, he wanted to see the sunrise with her, and wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. their time was limited, so they had to make the best of the minutes and hours they still had left. they went down to the beach, watching the sun making its way up, through the calm waves of the clear water in front of them. she was sitting in front of him, his legs on either side of her, her back against his chest, his arms around her protectively. he’d noticed small goosebumps on her skin, so he leaned in closer, giving her the warmth she needed. his heart skipped a beat at the soft sigh she let out as she snuggled her cheek against his arm.

next, they walked to a restaurant near the hotel. at some point during their walk, charles grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together, all while keeping his eyes ahead. his clammy hands gave away his nervousness, though. she chuckled to herself, holding on a little tighter, letting him know she wanted this, she was okay with it.

the rest of the day was spent sharing knowing glances and soft touches. as they ate, his arm was around her chair, the pads of his fingers against her back, her shoulder. as they walked through crowds of tourists, one of his hands would be holding her own, whilst the other one was on her waist. at night, as they watched a firework show, she slid her arms around his waist. the air wasn’t chilly, but it was enough for the thin dress she was wearing. he took that as his sign to envelop her in his arms, placing a kiss to the top of her head as they watched the bright, colorful dots light up the sky.

just as they had all day, they walked back to the hotel hand in hand. their faces were flushed and hair was a mess from having been up since before dawn, but they were inside an invisible bubble where only the two of them existed, and they didn’t care about anything or anyone else. as they entered they reached her floor, he walked out of the elevator first, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks. there had been an ache inside her chest when she first woke up, that had vanished throughout the day. but now that the end was near, so close she could almost touch it, it became impossible to ignore.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, standing in front of her, he lifted a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“i don’t… i don’t want to say goodbye just yet.” she whispered. her eyes were slightly glossy as she stared up at him. “i want more time,” she begged.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands holding her face gently. “i wish we could have more time as well.”

“distance sucks,” she tried to smile, but the tears in her eyes revealed her true feelings.

“i’m right here, i am still here,” he told her. “i’m not going anywhere,”

“promise?” she asked, “just for tonight… will you stay with me?”

“of course. i’ll stay until you get sick of me, until you’re begging for me to leave you alone for at least five minutes,” he pressed his lips against her temple, hearing her sigh.

“i don’t want to say goodbye,” she repeated, a part of her wanted to be mad at herself for allowing herself to get close to him, to be foolish enough to open her heart to someone she could not have.

“then don’t,” he whispered against her ear. “let’s not say goodbye tonight.”

he took her to his room. thanks to a friend that had bailed at the last minute, charles had a room all to his own. he led her to the bed, sat her down on the bed, that was still messy from when he slept in it the night before, since he’d hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob. he handed her one of his shirts and a pair of shorts so she could change. she walked to the bathroom, shaking her head at her reflection. the adventures of the day were clearly visible on her messy hair, her skin affected by the sun. she splashed some water on her face, drying it with a towel she found by the sink, and got her hair out of the way. she wanted to hurry up, didn’t want to waste the little time she had left with charles.

as she stepped out, charles was ready for bed, too. he heard the click of the door as she closed it behind her, he raised his head, a smile making its way onto his face instantly.

“hey,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

“hi,” she said, taking a step towards him. he did as well, meeting halfway. “i have to be up early,” she reminded him.

“i’m a light sleeper,” he told her, “i’ll set an alarm,” he placed a hand on her waist.

“okay,” she nodded, one of her arms went to his neck, playing with his hair, “i don’t want to say goodbye,”

“then don’t. come with me, back home,” he said, leaning his head closer to her. she smiled.

“i can’t. we both know i can’t. and i can’t be upset, because you’re not mine. not mine to have or to lose. but i don’t want to say goodbye.”

“it doesn’t have to be a goodbye,” he tilted his head, pressing his lips against her cheek, “it can be a see you later. we can make plans to see each other, somewhere, sometime.”

“i’d like that,” she gave him a small smile.

charles’ lips went up from her cheek to her temple, he wrapped his arms around her, like he’d done all day, but this time felt different. they didn’t have a whole day anymore, they had hours left together.

“thank you for these past few days,” she mumbled against his neck.

“i would like to give you many more days like this, if you let me,”

“i would love that,” the corners of her lips tilted upwards, but her eyebrows settled in a frown.

“it’s a plan, then,”

“okay,” she nodded, leaning her head back. she looked into his green eyes, stared at his face, the flushed cheeks and red nose, she wanted to memorize every part of his face. she didn’t know when or if she would see him again, so she wanted to remember him like that, soft and gentle and caring, loving and attentive and perfect.

she snapped out of her daydream, the voice announcing that the plane was landing in nice, france was loud enough to catch her attention, although, thinking back to the happiest days of her life was not an unusual occurrence, it’d become part of her daily routine by that point. it was pathetic, she knew that, but she hadn’t felt happiness like the one she felt back in that piece of heaven on earth.

she looked to her right, where her friend, helen, was sitting. it had been helen’s idea to go to france. and as much as she wanted to stay home, helen wasn’t taking a ‘no’ for an answer. it was stupid to say that after catching feelings for a stranger back in cancun, she became afraid of traveling. she didn’t want to admit it, but that was the truth. but after much debate, she caved in, and there she was, landing on france. she knew she was close to charles, which made the whole trip ten times worse.

“we’re going to have so much fun this weekend,” helen said, nudging her shoulder, (y/n) gave her a small smile. they made the way down the airplane, walking inside the airport to collect their bags. after they secured their luggage, they walked to a car rental service. the airport was crowded, there were people all over the place, so she stayed close to the desk as they waited for the keys.

she grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to her family, saying she was okay. a small voice in her head told her to text charles, tell him that they were just a couple hours away from each other, but she was interrupted by her friend.

“let’s go!” she smiled, and together they walked out of the airport, finding the car that would be theirs for the weekend. once they settled in, she sat on the driver’s seat, with helen by her side. she wasn’t the biggest fan of planes, so driving made her feel a little bit better, more grounded. they put on music, a fun playlist to get their moods up for all the adventures they’re going to have that weekend. “okay, i know i said we were going to have a fun, chill weekend here,” helen starts, (y/n) nods, “but… i just- i know how much you’ve missed charles,” it takes everything in (y/n) not to slam her foot on the brake, she eyes helen, who has a guilty look on her face, “we’re going to see him.”

“you’re kidding,” she says.

“no. listen, i have it all figured out,” helen starts, grabbing her phone to read her plan, “we’re going to drive there, we’re staying with rob,” she could practically hear the smile on helen’s face as she mentioned charles’ friend, the one she’d met back in cancun, the one who introduced her to charles. she didn’t know whether to hate him or thank him. “and we’re going with him to the grand prix,”

“the what? where?”

“in monaco. it’s charles’ home race,”

“fuck,” she whispered, looking at helen, “i don’t know if i can-”

“yes, you can. listen, i’ve seen you moping around for this guy more than i ever have. i know you try to bury those feelings down deep, but it’s not okay. so we’re going there, you’re going to see him again, and you’re not going to let him go.”

“but what if- what if he’s already found someone else?” she asks, thinking out loud.

“he hasn’t. i promise you, he hasn’t. and if he has, i’m sure he’ll drop whoever it is just to be with you.”

truth is, despite the fact that her and charles had exchanged numbers and other ways to communicate despite the distance, she hadn’t made much effort to get in touch with him. she thought it was dumb, because there was no point in getting even more attached to someone she simply couldn’t have.

but as she stood in front of a room with his name on it, inside the ferrari motorhome in glamorous monaco, the fear turned into something else.

she knocked twice, but the sound was barely perceptible, so she did it again. she waited, with her heart pounding inside her chest. she waited, and felt a knot in her throat as the door swung open.

he was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a red polo and jeans. his eyes went wide as he recognized her, a face he hadn’t been able to forget since they said goodbye that morning back in december.

“wh- how…” he mumbled, a deep breath leaving his lungs quickly, his chest heaved as he took one in, “how- you-” he continued. (y/n) parted her lips to speak, but was left with the words inside her throat as charles pulled her in. he closed the door, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “you’re… here…” he said, leaning his head back to look at her. she did the same.

he looked just the same. his hair was a little longer, though. but the spark in his eyes was just the same.

“you- you never called or…”

“i know,” she whispered, swallowing the lump that had been inside her throat since she arrived in the small country of monaco. “i know, i-”

“was it… me? or…”

“no! no, god no. i… it was me, i- i couldn’t… i couldn’t risk it,” she said.

“risk… what?” he asked, lifting his hand to caress her cheek. she’d missed his touch. it had been too long since they’d been away from each other, the time they’d spent together was not enough.

“i’m not…” she paused, “good at this. i don’t- i don’t let people in because i’m afraid they’ll leave. i don’t like getting attached, or get my hopes up only to end up disappointed. i can’t risk another goodbye.”

she said, and charles listened. he knew she was in a delicate position at that moment. there was no doubt that her feelings for him were exactly the same as what he felt for her.

“i told you,” he started, he kept his voice soft and gentle, “we don’t have to say goodbye. not back there in december, not today. not ever. it doesn’t even have to be a ‘see you later’ either.”

she stayed quiet, staring up at him. his eyes reflected the sincerity in his voice, in his words.

"i have traveled all around the world, seen the most beautiful places you could ever think of. yet nothing, nothing compares to what i felt the moment i saw you. you were reading a book, lying on a lounge chair by the pool, and i just thought you were so… cool. i knew i wanted to get to know you. even before we were introduced in the boat, i was already enthralled by you.” her breath got caught in her chest as charles spoke, “i haven’t stopped thinking about you since we said,” he smiled before continuing, “see you later,” she smiled at that as well, “at the hotel.”

“neither have i. but i-”

“i know. i understand your fears and worries, but all i’m asking is for one chance. give me this weekend, or however long you’re staying here, to show you that i’m all in. i want this, i want you,”

“i want you, too.” she whispered, the words were barely audible, but he heard.

“one chance. give me one chance,”

“okay.”

@ireallydontknowdudee @spideyanakin

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koniku · 1 year

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Cafe HC (part 2)

Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Heizou×reader | fluff | sfw

tw: none

summary: genshin guys as people in cafes

a/n: I delayed this a bit cause I was busy but I'm back😌

Part 1

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Dainsleif

• he's accompanying the travellers sibling

• they're both having tea and judging people

• rbf mode 100%

• idk why but I feel like dainsleif is a chrysanthemum typa guy

• if he's drinking coffee let it be known he likes dark coffee

• they're the power couple who's somehow not a couple

• they look so unapproachable but pls if you took a sit next to them they'll very much welcome you

• he may or may not think you're kinda cute and lumine leaves you his number

Diluc

• owner 2.0

• or like a share holder

• probably likes to make coffee, like he tries different combinations and come up with new recipes

• he's making coffee as a hobby, the aroma just makes him feel at peace

• he has his hair up in a high ponytail ❤️

• gets a bit irritated at the sight of Kaeya, they've got beef

• he has such a rbf but is literally so nice

• he always gives you extra cookies with your coffee, so much so that you start wondering if he does that with everyone

• he doesn't

Dottore

• he's a frequent customer but only stays for a few minutes

• he's so busy probably has a fully packed schedule

• is a highly skilled doctor but can be very experimental

• once, you actually see him sitting down having a cup of coffee, it's such a rare occasion that you find yourself taking a seat across him

• you guys talked a bit and you find him to be quite odd but nice

• he's already got a few experiments to try on you in mind

Gorou

• he probably visits quite often to order kokomi's fav drink

• it's always the same honey latte

• on a particular day when it was pouring, he ran into the shop for shelter

• and ofc it had to be packed, leaving him no choice but to share tables w someone

• he recognised you as a frequent customer and it gave him a sense of familiarity

• he sat next to you having coffee while waiting for the rain to pass

• he's a true gentleman, offering to walk you home when the rain isn't as heavy, holding the umbrella for both of you

• you may or may not invite him in for tea

Itto

• the group of people who's unnecessarily loud

• they're so SO loud, everyone in the cafe can hear them

• might be chased out at some point for noise pollution

• he sulks outside

• shinobu finds a way to get them back in

• and the vicious cycle begins

• he bumps into you once when he's being chased out again and invites you to join him

• ofc shinobu tells you to just ignore him

• you do follow them, cause yk, he's kinda cute so why not

• he makes it a thing to hangout w you at least once a week now

Kaeya

• he comes here often

• he's the one pretty and goodlooking guy who has a fashion sense

• he could be a model fr

• is on his phone or brought klee along

• if it's the first then he probably sits down across you to I initiate a convo after he notices you staring

• if it's the later it's definitely about Klee, whether she bumps into you while running around or knocks smt off your table, she's quick to apologize

• kaeya immediately rushes over to check on her and apologizes to you, inviting you for dinner as compensation

• he's honestly just using the chance to ask you out, an opportunist

Kazuha

• he's a performer at the cafe

• plays a flute and it's so calming

• is one of the attractions in the cafe no joke

• he's so elegant and polite

• I feel like he asks riddles at the end of his performances bc engagement

• or he recite poems

• he asked a particularly difficult riddle this time and you were able to answer it after seeing others struggle w it

• you gained his full attention, and after that he asked you out to coffee to talk about poems and japanese literature

Pantalone

• rich owner part 3

• he's there to work

• there's only work on his mind, all the income and profits and budgets of the company on his mind

• he barely notices how dark the sky had become until the crack of thunder hit his eardrums

• he left his umbrella in the car and couldn't rly get there without getting soaked in rain water

• and so he asked you, who very conveniently has an umbrella, if you could sell it to him

• you say no

• he bargains, like he'd raise the price as if he's in an auction like sir no we just appreciate not getting drowned in the rain

• with his persistence, you offer to lend him the umbrella, holding it for the both of you as you squeezed together to avoid getting wet

• it was such a miserable fail he just, offered to drive you home

• he leaves you his business card, saying that you could find him anytime you need help

Scaramouche

• a shareholder

• he's 100% a karen, I just know jt

• rude asf and expects the world to spin around him

• you accidentally bump into him once and he tsked at you like excuse me??

• you've hated him ever since and being frequent customers the both of you have a silent rivalry

• he wants to order the last cheesecake? Too bad, you're getting it first

• he's holding a file of documents? You 'accidentally' bump into him again and send the papers flying all over

• it's gotten to the point where the both of you know eachother's habits, likes and dislikes very well

• he came in once on Friday evening, the cafe wasn't crowded but his gloom filled the whole place

• he wasn't quite as sassy and snappy as usual, and you feel just a tad bit bad for him, just a little

• if you ask about his face, he'll just tell you to go away then break down

• he doesn't know why he feels safe enough to do so w you, but he does

• threatens you to keep your mouth shut right after and everything goes back to normal

Heizou

• he's an extrovert

• very sociable

• he walks around and talks to random people, you weren't spared

• he tells you that he's studying psychology, and is doing a social survey

• ofc you agree to participate and after a few questions, it just becomes a normal convo about random things

• he's so pleasant to talk to, is very good with his words

• you end up talking to him for hours on end and decide to meet again for another chat the next day

• you eventually become very close

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Ask: Can you write more about wedding day shawn like maybe the readers getting ready and she begins to panic bc the photographer cancels or something and they’re standing behind the door holding hands as he like calms her down and assures her he’ll find a photographer in time and if they can’t Connor will be happy to help or maybe like they already have a kid who’s like 4 and when they’re finishing the first dance she and Shawn dance too and it’s really cute and sweet or another cute scenario is reader and shawn having their last dance of the night and their like tipsy and it’s just close friends and family left watching

I’m sorry, I just started to write this and I accidentally posted the draft and lost the draft so… shit. Sorry this took forever, anon. I hope you’re still around!! Scenario 1 scenario 2 scenario 3

“Y/N, I just got a text from our photographer.” Shawn appeared from around the corner.

“Shawnie, please don’t tell me she cancelled,” you panicked as you rushed to his side and peered at his phone.

Shawn and Y/N, it is with my sincerest apologies that I have to cancel on you last-minute. I was looking forward to photographing your beautiful wedding, but I woke up sick this morning. I hate to do this, but I’m sure you don’t want me around like this. I have a friend who might be willing to help you today. Here is her email address…

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Shawnie,” you whined as anxious tears sprung to her eyes. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Connor said he would be willing to help if we can’t contact that other lady. Baby girl, please don’t cry. It’ll all work out.”

You practically melted into him, burying your face in his shoulder as he held you close. You rocked back and forth together in silence for a moment until you finally straightened.

Shawn grasped your hands and gave you a delicate kiss on the cheek. “It will all work out, lovebug, I’m sure of it.”

———

“Come dance with me, Dani!” Shawn called as he held his arms out to his daughter.

Everyone’s attention shifted to the little girl in a flower girl’s dress who stood, smiling shyly at her father before bouncing up to him, her skirt flowing behind her.

Shawn grabbed her hands and ran his thumb along her pearly pink nails before he began twirling her around.

The wedding party let out a collective aww as they watched her dance with Shawn, giggling when he spun her fast.

When the song ended, he lowered her to the ground and she gave him a sweet “I love you, daddy,” before running off again.

———

After a night full of love, excitement, and a couple of drinks, Shawn and Y/N were more sure of their love for each other than ever. The evening was wrapping up and they had time for one more dance. Perfect was playing, and Shawn whisked Y/N into his arms and began twirling her around him. They couldn’t peel their hands from each other if they tried. They danced to the music, nearly unaware of the teary-eyed mothers and fathers watching. The music carried them through the evening and into the night until it stopped. They stopped twirling and shared a long, steamy kiss, knowing there was more to come in their hotel room.

Taglist: @chocochipcookie305 @fishingirl12 @pamelagramm @monikamendes @butlersluvr

#🫧 anon #anon concepts #Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes concepts #Shawn mendes blurb #dad!shawn #husband!shawn #wedding!shawn #Shawn mendes fluff #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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safyresky · 10 months

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I ENDED UP CALLING MY MOM AND I GOT SOME T E A (a follow up to this post)

Obligatory out of context Jacqueline to preface the vent:

another oldie but goodie, lmao

SO I GAVE INTO THE FEELING IN MY BONES AND CALLED MY MOM

"hey mom, im feelin a lil low bc MIL is mad about the car and is giving Richard crap--"

"oh girl I KNOW I got the lecture too"

I was like UM. HELLO?? GIRL D I S H

so she DISHED and y'all. when my MIL went over last week for a help with technology (bc she is very bad with even the most basic of shit), she APPARENTLY went on the same rant with my MOM, who did NOT appreciate it as my Mom is A) very excited and happy that I got a new car, bc, y'know, now I can go places SAFELY and B) she is of the opinion that it is 100% MY CAR. Which isn't wrong! This was to replace MY car, not Richard's; we just went together and co-signed bc I was more than happy to share it in name (and he was too bc cheaper rates lol). "I didn't want to tell you bc, you know, Richard is ALWAYS with you," says my mom, to which I reply

"JANE it is A-OKAY bc she's giving him SHIT for it too and he's ready to explode about it, they are NOT of the same mind"

It's hard to talk turkey about Richard and his mum with my mom bc back in HS when we met he was v much a Momma's boy, but then, as most people do, he grew up and, as some people do, went away for school and learnt oh god, my mom's kinda toxic??? and emotionally incestuous sometimes??? and does NOT treat me WELL??? and has been working VEYR HARD in the last. 8 or so years. to draw up boundaries with her and such, and this has only increased post-marriage and post me starting therapy a couple of years back as well.

But my Mom does not recognize that, and trying to explain it to her is, frankly, exhausting. So I do what I can to defend his cute lil ass and get on with the point, which is what I did today, but that's not the cruz of the matter here

THE CRUX IS THE TEA!

WHICH IS THAT. MY MIL'S RANT TO MY MOM INCLUDED THE JUICY, JUICY DETAIL OF "you know, why didn't they talk to ME about this decision, I could've helped them get a CHEAP CAR and save MONEY"

Well, Margie. Margie. Sweetie. My darling darling MIL.

1. RICHARD AND I ARE MARRIED IT IS ME AND HIM NOT ME AND HIM AND YOU, AND THIS WAS AN US DECISION, WITH OUR FINANCES, AND OUR TRAVEL/WORK-LIFE BALANCE/MENTAL HEALTH/SAFETY ISSUE.

2. IT ORIGINATED OUT OF ME REPLACING MY CAR; NOT RICHARD REPLACING HIS. AND THAT IS WHY. YOU WERE NOT CONSULTED, BC THE PEOPLE WHO NEEDED TO BE CONSULTED--ME AND RICHARD AND MY DAD (whomst is Fitzy's proper owner) WERE CONSULTED! AND WE TOOK CARE OF IT OURSELVES!

3. WHY WOULD I CONSULT YOU ABOUT A DECISION THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE YOU? AH!

So, there was some interesting stuff I immediately told Richard who replied to my four option plan with a "Well I tried B, and we seem to be going back to C, so I am now going to focus on D" and like, GOOD! YOU DON'T NEED HER OPINION!

ALSO

MY GOD! I DO NOT WANT A CHEAPER CAR. I WANT A GOOD CAR THAT IS RELIABLE AND ISN'T GOING TO BREAK IN ~5 YEARS! AND IF IT DOES, GUESS WHAT? BC IT'S NEWER AND ACQUIRED THROUGH A DEALER, IT'LL BE UNDER A WARRANTY! I DON'T WANT TO GET A LESS SHITTY CAR TO REPLACE MY SHITTY CAR, I WOULD RATHER GET A NEWER ONE THAT I KNOW IS GOING TO LAST A HOT MINUTE! THE LAST 2 HONDAS MY FAM HAS HAD HAVE LASTED 16 YEARS! 16 YEARS! WITH CANADIAN WINTERS! MY GOD! THAT'S IMPRESSIVE AS FUCK AND I LOVE THAT RELIABILITY! AHHHH

So YEAH it's been a DAY and like, I was under the impression that it was ME and RICHARD who were married, not me and him AND MIL! AHHHHH

anyway, I felt better after chatting with my mom, even if she didn't really get it, bc A) TEA and B) she's up at the Falls with my aunts rn and at one point on the phone this happened:

My aunt in the background: JANE. JANE. GIVE ME THE PHONE GIVE ME THE. DANIELLA. DANIELLA CAN YOU HEAR ME

Me: yeah

Aunt: LISTEN, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOUR MIL IS MAD AT YOU, AND IT'S CERTAINLY NONE OF MY BUSINESS, BUT I AM GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT I TRULY BELIEVE GRANDPA WOULD'VE TOLD YOU. FOR HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS SITUATION. WHAT TO SAY TO HER

Me: okay...

Aunt: HE HAD A SPECIAL PHRASE, ALRIGHT? NOW, DON'T GET ME WRONG. HE LOVED HIS MOTHER IN LAW. BUT WHEN SHE GOT TO BE TOO MUCH, HE'D TURN TO HER AND SAY, "comes merda"

Me, RECOGNIZING the Portuguese immediately and having to recalculate: DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME MY GRANDFATHER WOULD WANT ME TO TELL MY MIL TO EAT SHIT

My Aunt, without missing a beat: YES

My Mom was laughing soo hard in the background my aunt had to hold the phone for a hot minute lmao.

#dani speaks #dani vents #dani vents 2: electric bugaloo #i do love my mil. she has her moments. HOWEVER #IT SEEMS HER BAD MOMENTS OUTWEIGH HER GOOD ONES #MAINLY BC OF HOW THEY EFFECT MY BIG OL MANS!!#I WILL KILL FOR THIS MAN Y'ALL DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!!! I WILL BE VERY WINTER ON MAIN #AND STAB A BITCH THE MOMENT THEY ARE RUDE TO HIM #GOD i'm not about to SIT HERE and CONSULT HER for EVERY DECISION RICHARD AND I MAKE #ESPESH WHEN IT DOESN'T INVOLVE HER AND IT'S MROE A ME THING THAN A HIM THING #My mom was so funny on the phone lmao. she was ready to go OFF #she was like 'and she's sitting here bashing this decision YOU made for YOUR car and im like uh. hello???? that's my DAUGHTER ur talkin bou #sometimes my mom DELIGHTS me #and my aunts have their moments too!#but my GOD has this been EXHAUSTING #anyway. it is now evening time and im sure richard will check in once mil is in bed bc my GOD #POOR MANS IS HAVING A TIME #dani doodles #out of context jacquelines

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earthtooz · 1 year

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JFUEKSNFKWN henlo, I'm back owo)/ I'll entertain the burger question first HEHEE So I'm okii with anything what to put inside the burger as long as it's reasonable and lives up to its name! (i.e., an ice-cream burger: buns + ice cream) I don't want any pickles on my burger ;; to me, it ruins the savory taste.

About the Itoshi Rin ask!!

🔹Are you going to save for him in Blue Lock: World Championship? It's a farming mobile game (like ensemble stars basic, there's not much of a gameplay) that you can download on qooapp. Our job there is to become the character's assistant (a manager if you will (｡・//ε//・｡)) basically, we exist in their world now and there are side events where you can converse with them (Japanese language settings though-) It's Nagi's banner today!

🔹MANNNN it's soooooo hard to get a merch of Rin inside an anime convention. Maybe the fact that the anime just released in December a huge factor on why I'm having this dilemma rn. At the end of the convention, I only managed to get an official postcard of Rin (I put it inside my closet for daily motivation purposes HNGGG) and a blue shirt of Blue Lock. I ordered a shirt of him though (even if the back of the shirt says Itoshi, not Rin)

🔹I suddenly have an urge to illustrate a chibi Rin so I can send it to a shop where they can make personalized acrylic keychains or stickers so I can satisfy my loving-Itoshi-Rin tendencies (~￣³￣)~💙💙💙💙

🔹MANNNNNNNNNN part.2 HAHAHAAHHA Why do I see Rin do this "thing" where he's pretending to fall asleep or be occupied with his earphones (but it's not connected to his phone) inside a car ride just to hear his fem!classmate he's growing to be comfy with, hum a tune (especially when the tune she's humming fits to his taste of music, King Gnu)

first of all: fair enough, as long as a burger is burgering, i have no complaints! ALSO pickles kinda make or break it, i get why you wouldn't like them in your burger but i think at one point i stopped asking to put aside the pickles so i just eat them LOL 😍😍

ALSO I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A BLUE LOCK MOBILE GAME????????? SINCE WHEN?????? IS IT ONLY ON ANDROID BC I CANNOT FIND IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME IN IOS!!!!!?!??!!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE EFF?!?!?! I WANT TO PLAY THIS SILLY LITTLE GAME SOOOOO BADLY I LOVE MY SOCCER BOYS!!! IF I HAD IT, THEN I WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE SAVING FOR ITOSHI RIN WHAT!???!!? my night is ruined i can't believe i can't play this game </3

i have merch of itoshi rin!!!! i also have some of chigiri, nagi, and isagi!!! but i got that from japan lol so it would make sense that i have them... but hey, at least he's finally introduced in the anime so that means more merch of him at conventions :OOOO but putting the postcard in your wardrobe is so smart 😭😭😭 maybe i should do that. i wake up to his face and immediately start feeling envious of how hard he works so i'll start doing pushups on the floor next to my bed!!!!

also can i see ur chibi rin :(

AND AND AND AND rin would totally do that! BUT I WOULD LIKE TO RAISE YOU THIS INSTEAD! instead of a car ride, it could be on like public transport ride where reader and him are seated next to each other. bc rin is naturally vv standoffish, you feel a little out of place beside him, unsure what to do with yourself, despite how close you two have been getting for the past few weeks.

five minutes in, he sees you reach for your earphones / airpods and glances at your phone in curiosity to see what you'll listen to. then he sees you pulling up king gnu and before he knows it, you're offering a pair of earbuds to him!!! AND HE'S LIKE 'oh... okay' BEFORE TAKING IT AND LISTENING!!!! AND IT'S SO CUTE BC U SHARE FOR BASICALLY THE REST OF THE DAY!!!!! sorry i just love the prompt of sharing headphones, i took my own little spin on your ask - hope that's okay :(

thanks for taking the time to pop into my inbox!!!! have an amazing day and don't forget to take care of yourself! hope 2 see u soon :o

#minobu-shiki #earf's inbox hours ✌️

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huggybug · 1 year

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(this one can be shared :))

okay, so I gave you the rundown of friday's super long day, but believe it or not, saturday was longer. we got up and went to breakfast in the lobby which was okay and then we checked out and went to this like outdoor mall right across from the hotel (which it's good it was so close bc like 3 guys missed the bus leaving the hotel and no one said anything to the coaches so they had to walk) but we got lunch and then got to the rink like 2 hours early so we were just hanging out.

game starts and it was going well, second period there was a fight (that I recorded lol) and it send 5 total players to the box but the third period was where things got interesting.

to preface this, the ceiling was pretty low compared to other rinks we've played at and one of our defenders went to clear the puck and it went up and hit a pipe and it burst. so water starts pouring down onto the ice, our bench, and also the space next to our bench behind the glass. so obviously, play stops and everyone is just kind of watching, not really sure what's going to happen, but then the fire alarm starts going off as well and the water all of the sudden turns like brown/black and that's when everyone freaks out and clears the bench and the ice asap. staff doesn't really know what to do or how long they're going to have to pause play, and they weren't even really sure where/how to turn the water supply off

the fire department showed up and turned off the alarm, but then we had to wait for another company to come do a system check or something, meanwhile they have a vacuum out on the ice to clean up the water that finally stopped flowing, but most of the guys changed out of their gear and the other two teams that were playing right after our game had showed up and were also just watching wondering what was happening. it took minimum 30 minutes to get all the water vacuumed and then run the zamboni over it before we could play the last like 13 minutes of the game.

we won, so we got the tournament trophy and they did a cute little ceremony for them and then we got on the bus and immediately headed back to campus, but we had to go out of our way to stop for food at the same place we stopped on the way bc one of the players left his car there since he met us, so I think it took like 6 hours to get home when it should've been only like 4. we didn't get back to our home rink where all of us parked until 2:15 am so I didn't get home until 2:30. also the guys were drinking on the bus which is kind of a no-no bc like a third of them are underage but no one really cared so that was very entertaining.

all in all, it was a very fun, but very chaotic weekend. I had a great time and would do it again in a heartbeat :) I'm so sorry this is so long (especially since this is missing so many details) -🦋

wow such an eventful weekend and also wow to our fav boy because he looks so cute (especially in that team picture holyyy) !!!! so happy they won that’s super exciting but omg the pipe burst?! crazy like what are the odds😭😭😭 crazy weekend but sounds like you had a good time so that’s all that matters!

#🦋 anon #answered!

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and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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(2/2) Also . . . I can't believe you saw that post about the coworker sdkjfksdf;df - I was just getting off work in the more and I was kind of stunned when I posted that LOL 🤣😂

For some context hahaha: We have a shared workroom and he was coming on for the day and I was just getting off (read: sleep-deprived, not thinking straight hahaha). Just for personal reasons, I won't say what my profession is 😅 (though I'm sure some ppl are able to guess). He's in higher up position than me, but he works on a different team. I've only seen him in passing and said 'hi' in the hallways, but late last week, he started paying attention and talking to me more . . .???

It was so strange because I literally didn't think this man would go from 0 to 100, but we were just making small take and he just goes: "We should go get some coffee sometimes."

AND LIKE SJSDFKSDJ maybe I'm overthinking it and he just wants to go get coffee as friends . . .?? But I was just really taken aback because we aren't even tight like teammates like that 🤣😂

I told him I'd think about it 💀😂 I felt kind of bad bc he looked embarrassed after LOL, but I was taken off-guard! And everyone else in the room was like 👀👀👀

We haven't even his number (I don't want to ask and I think he's nervous to ask now bc of the power dynamic) and I only have a week left here, so who knows what will happen. I don't think it's going anywhere, but hey - he's still talking to me LOL.

Overall verdict: He's cute . . . ish?? Like not my usual type, but he takes care of himself 😭😂 I'm not sure if I'm a big fan of his personality though based on what I've seen? He's kind of brash and to some extent bro-ey . . . He kind of intimidates me ngl lol and I like witty, soft boys (read: jeonghan vernon) ._.

There was another senior from another team I had a crush on, but he moved onto a different floor 😭😂 HE WAS EVERYTHING YO LOL. (but I never talked to him sdkfjdskfjdsf)

Anyways, sorry this was so long, but you asked for the tea and I've been dying to tell someone LOL.

P.S. So excited for you to see Ed Sheearan!!! He's one of my favorite artists <3

took forever to respond because i had lots of thoughts to this part hehe

@twogyuu pls know that i spend way too much time randomly checking tumblr during the day/night so i've caught like 90% of ur delulu❤️posts/random interesting thoughts that u delete after a few minutes 👀 👀 👀 👀

*me laughing evilly as i take the biggest sip of tea known to human kind before spitting it out bc i burned my tongue lol*

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omg why does your description of this interaction sound like a meet cute lol - just reading that beginning part i was on the edge of my seat 😂 now follows the thoughts of someone who has literally *0.0001%* irl romantic exp. but spends wayyyy too much time reading/watching/thinking about these sorts of things and human relationships in general (infj + enneagram type 4 wing 5 watch out lol), so take from this what you will (below the cut bc i ramble):

suddenly talking to you more often? asking to 'get coffee sometime'??? i'm like 99% sure he's into you my friend so if you agree or give him ur number he's gonna take that as a go so keep that in mind lol. this guy once asked for my number way back when i was a junior in hs and i agreed and then he legit texted me nonstop for a week before confessing his feelings - all via text. and then i rejected him bc i wasn't interested at all. 😭 so like now i don't like to give guys my number unless i actually wouldn't mind them texting me directly like that lol. i'd rather give like an insta or something.

this is just my brain thinking out loud bc i like thinking about these scenarios, not at all telling you what to do - the power dynamic def makes this yikes but if you're gonna be gone soon then that kind of eliminates that part in terms of concern. in my experience of being on both sides of the interaction, when someone says 'maybe' as a response to that kind of advance/request to hang out without any alternative plan, most people assume that's a 'no' or at the very least the rejection will keep them from asking again or following up. unless he's the type of guy that doesn't take no/ambivalence for an answer (ew) he's prob not gonna ask again so if ur interested, it'd probably have to happen from your end.

*high key* screamed internally when you said he was a bro-ey type. any time i hear that my body instantly recoils lol. is it just like the obliviously loudish but good-natured type of bro or the type of bro that takes up space and air in the worst, most entitled/rudish way possible bc one of those makes me 😳❤️ and the other makes me wanna 🤮 💀

Rip I've def felt that where there's a guy you were totally into but like you never interacted/maybe he didn't even know you existed but you still think about them 😭 I wanna say reach out to the one ur really interested in but my scaredy cat self wouldn't even take my own advice lol. I always pine from afar or literally act like a guy doesn't exist if I like him 🤣 (don't be like me but if you do this ur not alone so don't feel bad). Unless I change my stupid ways I feel like a guy will have to be genuine friends with me for longggggg af before he ever made a move to keep me from being scared af and running away. Which is embarrassing. Gotta work on that lol.

Rooting for you no matter what happens lol <3 I'll be waiting for whatever installment of ur love life you decide to share next 🍿 (only if you want to of course <3)

#dee:asks #alexa play growing up is ____ by ruel <3

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