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svnoohe4rts · 1 year

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↳ pairing: nicholas x gn!reader

↳ word count: 0,7k

↳ a/n: aaa thank u to the lovely anon who requested this !! i’ve been in my nicho soft hours lately so i loved writing this </3 also , this one is for my beloved @end-hyphen ! i felt like u could use some nicho fluff rn <3

↳ warnings: none ! just pure fluff :’)

‘’i can’t even feel my fingers,’’

‘’don’t you dare complain, you were the one who insisted on walking me home and not taking the bus.’’

nicholas just rolled his eyes in response to your remark, shoving his hand further down his pocket in an attempt to somewhat warm up his now frigid, bright red hands while interlocking his other one with yours.

of course he insisted on walking you home, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?

even though your boyfriend was clearly suffering, the tip of his nose bright red and his whole body shivering, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the sight in front of you. nicholas, however, just couldn’t appreciate the warm chuckle leaving your throat, the laugh he usually loved oh so dearly; not right now, not when he felt like he was on the verge of hypothermia.

‘’why are you laughing?’’ he let out, his eyes scanning your face as you tried fighting back a smile. ‘’you’re cute when you look like that.’’ your smug comment caused him to frown, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes once again. ‘’look like what?’’

‘’you know, with your nose all red,’’

nicholas eyes widened at your comment, his eyes landing on your lips; a small smile forming on your plump lips as you looked at the now clearly flustered boy in front of you.

there weren’t a lot of things in this world that made nicholas flustered, but you were certainly one of the few things that did. and he loved hated it.

noticing the small smirk forming on your lips, he shook his head; a small smirk forming on his own. ‘’oh, yeah?’’ he let out, his hand slipping out of his pocket; causing you to eagerly nod, enjoying the sight of your flustered boyfriend a little too much.

‘’shouldn’t have said that,’’

before you could even process the words that had just left your boyfriend's lips, you suddenly felt him place both of his hands on your waist; a loud gasp emerging from the back of your throat as you felt him pull you into his chest before spinning both of you around.

almost losing your balance, you grabbed onto the collar of his coat, the snow that had fallen just a few minutes prior melting against your touch; a mix of giggles and small shrieks trailing off your lips as you tried stabilizing yourself. ‘’nicholas!’’ you exclaimed, grabbing onto his coat even harder - trying to prevent yourself from falling over.

a chuckle left nicholas lips, ‘’what was that? you’re sorry for calling me cute? no? what a shame,’’

another small shriek left your lips as you almost fell over, feeling dizzy from the boy twirling you around, pushing your body closer to his. ‘’alright, i’m sorry! i’m sorry for calling you cute!’’ you exclaimed, pressing your cheek against the fabric of his coat as you squeezed your eyes shut.

feeling satisfied with your apology, another chuckle trailed off nicholas lips as he placed one of his hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a proper hug; without spinning you around this time, that being said. ‘’that’s more like it.’’ he let out, slightly pulling away; your eyes meeting his. ‘’you’re such a jerk.’’ you muttered, a small smile accompanying your words as you spoke.

nicholas just simply cocked an eyebrow at you, ‘’ouch, i took you out for dinner, and that’s how you thank me?’’ he joked, his hands finding their way towards your waist once again. you hummed in response, nodding your head; your hands now resting around the nape of his neck. ‘’that’s what you get for being stupid and not bringing warmer clothes with you when you knew it was going to be cold,’’

rolling his eyes, nicholas was about to protest; before suddenly feeling you press a soft kiss against the tip of his nose.

‘’but i guess that’s okay, you do look cute with your nose all red after all.’’ you whispered, a small smirk forming on your lips before pulling away from the shocked boys’ grasp, small giggles trailing off your lips before you continued walking; leaving the boy with his lips parted in surprise.

‘’what? get back here right now!’’

maybe you were right, maybe he should’ve worn warmer clothes that night; but if it meant that he got to hear you call him cute, he didn’t mind getting frostbite and losing a finger or two.

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ꒱ 古賀祐大

summary : you and your boyfriend broke up on bad terms, however, you can't seem to get over him when it would be so easy to be under him instead

genre : angst, non-idol!k x afab!reader, 1st person pov (yeah idk why either) tws : angst, suggestive content, kissing, alcohol consumption, language, toxic!k, lovesick!reader, jealousy, verbal fight author notes : fuma’s innocent don’t do girl don’t do itttt word count : 2.2k

my phone pinged! and i debated ignoring it — for the nth time in the last hour. the music was blasting, the bass shaking the house in a dub-step rhythm. i took another swig from the metal can that had somehow made it into my hands as another text rang out and caught the attention of the girl attached to my arm. the smooth liquid was the best the bottom-shelf had to offer, and beggars can't be choosers when trying to get drunk fast.

her eyebrows knit, eyes locking on the piece of machinery closest to her sights, then raising to mine.

honestly, right now, i wanted to throw the overly-expensive communication piece at the wall and watch it shatter. i looked to her, the phone, and then the can, taking the rest of it back and crushing it like a frat-boy would.

she huffed out a laugh, "you didn't block him?" but, it wasn't so hard to believe and she knew it just as well as i did.

i still loved him, even after the couple of months we've been broken up; it's not because it was on good terms. actually, it was the complete opposite: we were shit to each other and it was best we went our separate ways. we should, in reality, hate each other. it would only be the natural thing for two people in our situation to do — however, i can't help fighting the urge to reply.

her disappointment was apparent, “y/n, are you kidding me. he’s not even here right now but you can’t stop thinking about him! pick any other guy, i beg.”

my senses were colliding like a car-wreck — leaving my better judgment in the leftover to never be found again. i could see the red and blue and hear the sirens howling out to the moon. still, even under my dying breath, his name would roll off it.

“i-i’m tryi —“

“don’t be ridiculous, i know you well.” she said, fishing the phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing out of my hand. she read out the top text, “y/n, come over. i need to apologize. I need y — he’s drunk. he only ever says shit like this when he’s drunk! you forget he was my friend before he ever dated you. and, god, do i regret introducing you to him.”

my heart sank, a nausea creeping up my throat. he was bleeding me dry, i knew it, but he could have it all; my skin, bones, blood and teeth.

“block his number before you do something we’ll both regret!” she handed it back, “you know i only want what’s best for you — you’re you for fuck sake! you could have anyone, and i mean anyone, yet the only person in your head only texts you at two fucking a.m. you deserve better than him, don’t kid yourself.”

tears pricked my eyes because i knew it was true, but the shooting pain only went away when his hands were on my skin. it was better to stay away, to not take the risk. he should’ve been — should be — the one to get away, and sometimes i also wished she’d never introduced me to the devil under a different name.

“okay,” i sniffled, her palm resting against my cheek comfortingly, “i’ll block him.”

“good.” she unlocked her arm from mine, pushing me forward, “now go find someone better! god knows the bar is low!”

i felt the brush of a body against mine as i found myself smack in the middle of the crowd. my head whipped to the sights of a boy, probably around the same age as me, half-lidded eyes and flushed features. he apologized but, honestly, it was my — her — fault, though he didn’t seem to register that it was anything but an accident, probably too drunk to.

it was an envious state, i thought.

i smiled lightly, her words echoing my mind, “its okay. i’m sorry. my name’s y/n.” his face was soft with godly-defined structure: sharp nose, eyes and plush lips that upturned with a smile resembling mine.

“fuma!” he said, trying to shout over the music. however, something about his tone told me he wasn’t loud, exactly the opposite in fact: gentle, and warm. something my boyfriend — ex — had lacked when we were still together once upon a time. “you’re very, uh, beautiful.”

i laughed at his awkwardness, though i had to read his lips to understand. “thank you,” i replied, pulling him down to my height to hear each other better. my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “you’re very pretty too.”

he visibly shuddered as i pulled away, furthering my slight sense of pride, mostly because i never had an effect over the only person i wanted to.

he choked out, “d-do you want a drink?” and i nodded, grabbing at his empty hand. the friend i had come with gave me an approving smile and shrugged as if to say the cliché, 'he's cute and you only live once.' he froze, obviously a little shocked by our sudden intimacy, however he brushed it away and led us both to a quieter area; weaving through lip-locked and timely-jumping college students.

i found myself pushing up onto the counter top, watching as he grabbed two beers from an already opened case. they were warm, but again, beggars can’t be choosers when trying to get drunk. he cracked it open and handed it in my direction.

his eyes wouldn’t land on mine, but only stared at the lips that were taking the smooth liquid so easily, watching my throat bob with every gulp. he shifted, leaning against the painted-wood-plastic at my side.

after a moment of deafening silence he asked. “do you go to this school?”

“no.” i replied, letting the can rest against my crossed legs, “i’m here with a friend.”

“a boyfriend?”

the words stung, because no matter the truth, i still wanted to say yes. i still wanted to be able to call the person i loved so deeply my boyfriend — to have him pick me up from this stupid frat-party and not have anyone say anything about it. i still wanted him, and i knew exactly why, though i’d never admit it.

i bit my lip and fuma must’ve, even through his clouded state, read the room. “a sensitive subject, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, i, uh, don’t have a boyfriend.”

“anymore.” he corrected. maybe it was because he was drunk that his words, even slurred, were so truth-filled it stung. “but i can tell you still want him to be.”

“no,” you paused, both knowing it was a lie, “i want to forget about him. he’s not here.”

“he’s not?”

“i don’t give half-a-fuck where he is in actuality.” you swallowed a bit of your pride, as well as some beer, “if he wanted to, he would. right?”

“right.” he replied, taking another swig.

i looked at him, all of him in disbelief. he knew i was a liar, but at the end of the day he didn’t even know me the way my ex could claim. maybe, i thought, that it was the best possible situation for me to be in. actually, it was the best i could make of this fucked up reality.

my voice lowered ever-so-slightly, “do you want to?”

“be your boyfriend?”

“woah, slow down there cowboy. let’s not go that far right now — we both know i’m not over my ex.”

i couldn’t tell if his face flushed from embarrassment or just the copious amount of alcohol running through his blood. “then, do i want to what?” he breathily-laughed out.

“make me forget?”

my reply almost sounded desperate, and i wondered if that resulted in an inclination to say yes. i wondered if that’s why i was pressed against the countertop i once sat criss-crossed on, lips locked with a stranger.

i felt guilty — a little lost — the sense of feeling so good but so wrong leaking through the thought of him; the man whose hands desperately groped whatever he could find, pressing our bodies so close i was convinced we could merge into one.

a moment ago it was true i wanted him to make me forget about my ex, i wanted him just as bad as he did me. but right now, the flashes of someone else strobed behind my eyelids, projected so nicely that i even wanted to forgive him — for the nth time in the years we spent on and off. i wanted to feel the intimacy of love, even if it was fake, but i couldn't when the only person i felt stockholm syndrome for was across the city.

but, a bus ride at this hour would be easy. it would take barely half and hour before i was underneath the man i wanted so pathetically.

my body shivered, but it wasn’t from the way fuma gripped my skin so gently. i felt a coursing guilt rush over me like a bad high. in reality, i knew i shouldn’t have offered, especially when both him and i were under copious amounts of influence; him worse-off than me. i was taking advantage of a good situation, a seemingly good guy, just to get over a bad for 40 minutes.

maybe i was just crazy — not crazily in love — but just plain fucking crazy. crazy for a man who wasn't mine anymore. crazy because i knew i shouldn't want him. crazy because i knew i was just losing a part of me that should've been lost a long time ago. crazy at the thought of being crazy.

"y/n" god, now i could ever swear i was hearing voices — his voice. well, that was until a hand grabbed my bicep, pulling me away from the tall man. "y/n, what the fuck are you doing?"

i didn't even get a chance to swing around fully before i was being pulled from the kitchen and out of the house entirely. the air was frosty, but honestly i couldn't be bothered to even feel cold; too annoyed to think of anything but the man who was still latched to my arm. eventually, i got fed up, after feeling copious amounts of despair fill my chest, pulling my limb from him.

he turned around calmly, despite the red i could see seeping behind his pupils. he tried to grab my hand this time, but i back away before he had the chance.

"don't — don't touch me, k." i crossed my chilled arms over my chest, one foot back and prepared to step again, "what are you doing here?"

"you weren't answering."

i scoffed, "i never answer, k. that's nothing new."

he didn't hesitate, and it was a little shocking, "your location is still on."

"that doesn't give you th-the right to just show up out of the blue!"

and despite being mad at him, he looked so damn cute with a pout on his face. i could tell he was somewhat drunk, a pink tinting his features i used to adore oh-so-much.

"but, you weren't answe —"

you yelled, "why would i answer you, k!" i couldn't understand his infatuation with the fact that i didn't answer his late-night texts, but maybe he was just as lovesick as i felt. "wh-why would i do that after all this time?"

was he just as damaged as i was? did he really still front like he cared, and was i still falling for it over and over again? it's said that to forgive takes strength, but right now i think that holding back is taking more out of me. he had my heart in his hands still, and despite dropping it countless times, he always knew when and where to pick it back up.

i wasn't sure if i loved him, but i'm just as unsure about not being in love with him. he's driving me to brink of insanity. he's gotten everything out of me, and it's taking everything in me to not muster up more.

if i had known that love would've had such a high price tag, would i still have felt the same way towards him? maybe the good could out-weigh this bad, but i was never one to wishful think before meeting his stupid-pretty eyes. i was never one to feel so unsure before having his stupid-hot skin on mine. i was never one to wear my heart on sleeve before he oh-so-gently pulled it out of me.

and maybe he was unsure too. maybe he didn't know why i wouldn't — couldn't — answer his messages. maybe he was one to think so highly of himself that s breaking up was just a suggestion.

did i love him enough to give him a fourth, fifth and sixth chance? yes. i loved him enough to forgive and forget after every little mistake, and that's what's eating at my brain. the hardest thing I've ever had to do was walk away while still loving him. so, why doesn't it feel like it's for the better? why doesn't his memory fade like its supposed to.

"admit that you only came to see if i was with someone else." i sighed, tears blurring over his frame, "admit that it was because you were blinded by jealousy. admit that you still want me, that you can't get over us as easily as i thought. admit that you still lo —"

"i love you, y/n."

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years

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I Think You're Cute | K

pairing | k x trainee f!reader

genre/cw | friends-to-lovers, idol au, trainee au, crush, crying, body shaming, mention of physical abuse, featuring &TEAM

wc | 1.6k

notes | none

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Five, six, seven, eight, left, hop, turn around, no! Y/n you’re doing it wrong,” the dance instructor scolded.

“Sorry Mrs. Yang,” Y/n bowed her head. She glanced around to see that all the other trainees were watching her intently, causing her to flush unintentionally.

Mrs. Yang sighed deeply. “If you want to debut, you’ll work on the choreography twelve hours a day! Do you hear me?” She crossed her arms.

”Yes, Mrs. Yang. I was busy, I-“

”Your excuses mean nothing to me,” she scoffed. “You either debut with Hybe or you don’t debut at all. I doubt any other entertainment company would train you. You’re not even worth the time.”

“I’m sorry,” she closed her eyes tightly and bowed her head. She couldn’t even bring herself to look up. “I promise to work harder.”

”You best do so,” she sighed angrily.

Just then, the clock chimed. It was break time.

”I suppose I’ll see you all tomorrow for your monthly evaluation along with Mr. Won. You’re dismissed,” she said, gesturing them all to leave.

All of the girls picked up their duffel bags and exited. But Y/n was stopped.

”Y/n,” Mrs. Yang called.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut before turning around. “Yes?”

“Start eating less. Your gaining weight, I can see it in your face,” she frowned. “Minyeon and Jinri never had trouble with their diets.”

Oh how Y/n hated being compared to the other girls. Especially regarding weight.

”Yes Mrs. Yang,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes.

~~~

K smiled to himself when break time came. As a part of the pre-debut group &TEAM, he had a lot on his plate. Breaks were lovely. But he also did a little happy dance on the inside at the thought of seeing his crush, Y/n. The two had known each other for two years, ever since Y/n was street casted. They weren't exactly friends though. Heck, they never really did anything but acknowledge each other's existence. But he saw her around enough to develop feelings for her. She was the brightest, kindest, cutest person he knew. How was he to admit it? Maybe soon. But not just yet.

"Y/n!" EJ waved Y/n over to sit with his members.

She shyly brought her lunch over, which consisted of spicy ramen, and sat between EJ and Yuma, the only two she really knew in the group.

"I should introduce you all. Guys, this is L/n Y/n," Yuma announced, and they all greeted her warmly. "Y/n, this is Fuma, Harua, Jo, Taki, Maki, Yihsiang, and K," he explained.

"Hi," she waved.

"Nice to meet you Y/n. I hope we can be friends," Taki smiled.

The rest of the members said kind things to Y/n, yet K remained silent. In truth, he wanted to officially meet her on his own, not with Yuma's help. It would be a terrible first impression on his crush, at least in his mind.

The clock chimed yet again, signaling it was vocal and rap practice time.

"See you later," Maki waved at her as he and the guys left to their respective rooms.

~~~~~

Y/n collapsed on her bed in her apartment room and sighed. Her back ached terribly as she stretched. It had been a long day. Sitting up, she glanced at the mirror on the wall. She played with the strands of her messy hair and squished her cheeks, seeing how chubby they really were. And they weren't, at all. It was simply Mrs. Yang scolding Y/n every chance she got. And while Y/n didn't understand her reasons, she had grown used to it by now. Used to being humiliated in front of her trainees. And while known of these rude comments and scoldings were true, they got to her head. "What am I doing wrong," she whispered to herself before breaking down in tears.

It was another night of listening to depressing music as tears streamed down her cheeks.

~~The Next Day~~

"Bro just tell her! I'm sick of seeing you give her puppy eyes 24/7 and not saying anything!" EJ frowned. "And I'd bet she likes you back. I mean who wouldn't? Look at you," he teased.

"I'm not completely sure. I really want to tell her. I just don't know how," K admitted.

"It's not like you're getting down on one knee with a diamond ring for heaven's sake! Just find a time when you're both alone with an hour or more to spare," EJ suggested.

"Okay. Thanks EJ," K fist bumped him before going up to his room.

He immediately began surfing the internet using key words: confessing to my crush. And after an hour, he had a long list.

"Okay. Be expressive, be confident, compliment her, and don't bore her. Get straight to the point," he spoke just above a whisper as he kept reading the short list over and over.

~~~~~

It all seemed like a good idea until the time actually came. He stood at the door to Y/n's practice room, unable to open the door.

"Just do it!" EJ shouted from around the corner.

"I'll kill you if you mess this up for me!" K seethed.

With a newfound confidence, he knocked on the door. But when it opened, a crying Y/n brushed past him and went down the hall. He stood there, confused, dropping his list on accident as well. He decided to follow her for about a minute. And just when he was about to give up, he heard sniffling in his own vocal practice room. He opened the door and saw her, curled up into a ball, leaning against the same wall K had always used for physical support on the bad days. He quietly closed the door behind him and knelt beside her.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly.

"I'll never be good enough K," she suddenly spoke. "I don't even deserve to be here."

His gaze softened. "What? Of course you do! You're so talented Y/n."

"Mrs. Yang she... she," she choked on her own words.

"She what Y/n?" K became curious.

"She told me to leave the company, and that I'm not good enough to follow my dreams," she explained.

K could tell she was hiding something still. "What else? Just tell me the truth Y/n, it won't hurt you."

"She got angry with me so she... hit me. She pushed me to the ground and my wrist is most likely fractured," she cried.

"What?!" He exclaimed, quickly getting up and running to the other side of the room. He opened a cabinet and brought out a shoulder sling. "Here," he helped her put it on, clasping it behind her back. "Try not to move too much, okay? I need to speak to Mr. Kim."

She nodded in response as he quickly exited the room.

~~~~~

"Mr. Kim?" K knocked on his studio door.

"Yes K?" He looked up from his desk with a smile.

"Mrs. Yang needs to be fired. She pushed one of your trainees, Y/n to the ground and told her to leave the company," he explained, breathing heavily. "She's no good for the company."

"I'm sorry that has happened. I'll deal with it as soon as I can. Thank you for telling me K," he smiled again before going back to his work.

~~The Next Day~~

Y/n loved having Mrs. Yang gone. She felt much more free. And her replacement, Mrs. Kwon, was an angel. Strict enough to be a good dance instructor, but as sweet and understanding as they come. But she had someone to thank for it.

"K?" Y/n knocked on his apartment door. It soon opened and she smiled at the occupant. "Hey."

"Hey umm, would you like to come in?" He gestured to his couch area, and she accepted with a nod and a simple "thank you".

They both took seats next to each other before she spoke. "I just wanted to thank you for yesterday. You have no idea how grateful I am that she's gone now."

"You're welcome. Nobody deserves to be treated the way you were."

"Yeah," she smiled, before falling into silence. It looked like she still had something she wanted to say, and K read her mind.

"You're probably wondering why I showed up at your practice room yesterday, so I might as well get straight to the point," he took a deep breath. "I think you're cute and I uh... I've had a crush on you for like a year now. I was wondering if you wanted to go out?"

"Wow, I was going to ask you first," Y/n laughed.

"You were?"

"Yeah, I guess you were oblivious to my obvious stares in the past year."

"I guess I was," he chuckled.

~~~~~

Had K not had the bravery to confess, he wouldn't have been where he was right now. Sitting on top of his car, watching the sunset, with his girlfriend's head on his shoulder. "To think, today would've been our second anniversary if I said something right when I knew I liked you," K sighed.

"At least we have each other now. Better late than never I say," Y/n picked her head up off his shoulder to see his eyes. "And I for one, wouldn't have it any other way."

"Make it two," he smiled, before planting a short and sweet kiss on her lips.

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trsrina · 2 years

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HEADSHOT - &TEAM JO

jo was only trying to teach you how to play basketball but he somehow hit you in the head with it instead

written in second person pov, fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader but reader is implied to be shorter than jo? word count : 0.66k warning!! mentions of an injury? like yeah a whole ass basketball hitting you in the head.

it was a very spontaneous idea of you to drag take jo to your nearest basketball court at 11pm and have him teach you how to play basketball.

“okay, now you try,” jo separated from you and stood aside.

“what? are you sure? i can’t do it that fast i mean,” jo cut you off with a peck on your lips, “i’m confident in my own teaching and that my pupil can succeed, if you don’t, blame it on the hoop.”

“okay, i can do this,” you huff, getting into position, shooting the basketball into the hoop, you closed your eyes scared of the outcome.

“you did it!” the moment you heard cheering, you opened up your eyes to meet eyes with a happy jo, running towards you to pick you up and spin you around like you just won the nba.

“couldn’t have done it without you,” you smile at your adorable boyfriend, grabbing his cheeks and staring at his gleaming smile that single-handedly lighted up your whole world.

jo let go of you and picked up the basketball and suddenly tried to pass it to you, “catch!”

you were caught off-guard and before you knew it, the basketball was flying towards you, hitting you in the head, bonk.

“y/n!!! oh my god, i’m so sorry,” your vision went black for a second and your life flashed in front of your eyes, you collapsed onto the ground dramatically and landed on your butt, only being able to hear your boyfriend’s voice.

jo ran towards you and knelt down, worriedly holding your head, rubbing it to try to ease the pain with continuous kisses on your head.

“i’m so sorry, y/n, are you alright? should i call an ambulance?” he frantically asked with tears brimming his eyes, acting as if he just killed you with the murder weapon of a basketball.

“hey, don’t need to worry that much, i’m fine. it’s just a bit painful. let’s go home, it’s getting late,” you lied through your teeth so jo wouldn't worry while wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes, trying your best to ignore the aching you felt on your head.

"i'm so sorry, i should've been more careful. this is all my fault. i will not let you near a basketball ever again," jo pouted, his cuteness distracting you from the tremendous pain you were feeling.

"none of us wanted that to happen. it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself or i'm gonna start crying too," you nagged at him like a parent reprimanding their child, pointing a finger at him and joked around so he would stop crying and blaming himself.

you steadily tried to stand up by yourself only for black dots to blind your vision once again, falling back on your butt for the second time tonight.

"come on, you can barely stand up by yourself," jo slightly giggled then proceeded to turn his back against you, pulling your arms to wrap them around his shoulders, you were confused at his actions at first but soon realised he wanted to piggy-back you.

"are you sure this is necessary?" you chuckled, moving your head to face him, your lips almost touching his cheeks.

"yes, very necessary," he moved his face closer to yours, smoothly making you kiss him on the cheeks.

"okay then, let's go!" with your arms around jo, you excitedly pointed to some random direction and jo somehow managed to run with you on his back.

although the way back home from the basketball court was short but the couple still decided to sprint like the main characters of some romantic coming of age movie.

young love, isn’t it?

hdhshdhwhd sh AHHH WHAT IS THIS IDK i just really wanted to write for &team so i just made this fjsjfjsjdhw

feel free to interact, i’d really appreciate it if you liked or reblogged. <33 (tumblr’s algorithm is shit)

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november-rayne · 10 months

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The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.” You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.”

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

#sas assemble #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #my first reader insert #smut and fluff #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #loki fandom #tom hiddleston characters #domestic fluff #the audition #sas stories

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raenis22 · 8 months

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When You Are Injured (Them as your boyfriend)

Hyung Line

-Both of you decided to go camping together for this weekend

-As you both are busy unpacking and lifting your stuff

-You somehow tripped over and fell with all box of cooking supplies

-"Auch...! My leg..." you groaned in pain

-As soon you landed on the ground, K fastly ran towards you

-The man with his worried face started to check on you

-"Ah thank God, the cut is not that serious, wait here... I will get the first aid kit"

-He helped you to bandage the injury

-"Next time, let me lift the most stuff, you shouldn't lift more than your limit, YN"

-You just nodded and both of you continue with your camping activity

-With his supervision ofcs, don’t want any new injury to come along

Fuma

-"Let's go, Fuma-kun! We're gonna miss it!" you said as you are running towards amusement park entrance

-Fuma from behind, trying to catch you who is running like a cheetah

-"Wait! YN! Don't run like that! You gonna fall and hurt yourself if you don't be careful!" Fuma said, still catching you up

-But it's too late, you forgot that after the entrance, there are stairs in front

-And you don't get to stop on time

-There you go, fell off the stairs and started to feel pain

-" YN! Are you okay!? " Fuma quicken his pace and check on you

-"auch... My leg... Is hurting" you groaned

-Fuma lifted you up in bridal style

-"Cancel today's plan, let's go to the hospital"

-Next time, don't run like that kids

Nicholas

-Badminton date with him 🤙

-You asked him to teach you how to properly play badminton

-And he excitedly agreed with the idea

-"Okay... Remember what I just taught you earlier, YN" Nicholas said, reminding you.

-You nodded and get ready with you badminton racket

-Nicholas did the first hit and you tried to hit back but failed

-"Argh it's so high, let me try it again" you said and Nicholas hit again

-This time however you succeed to hit the ball back but you jumped to high

-And landed with wrong way and end up falling to the ground

-"YN!" Nicholas shocked and quickly let got his racket then ran towards you

-"You have a cut!? Come on! I will bring to the hospital!" he panicked

-"Nicho, it's only small cut... First aid kit will do" you tried to calm the man down

-But he still panicked and quickly get the first aid kid, he really worry sick

#&team k #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team ej #&team yuma #&team jo #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team #&audition #kpop imagines #&team headcanons #jpop idols

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jungwonswife · 11 months

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Pairing: Taki x reader

Word count: 671

Summary: You had been disappointed when the rain ruined your plans for the day, so Taki came over that night to try and cheer you up.

"Hi y/n!" You heard your boyfriend, Taki, say through the phone. It was almost 10 o'clock at night and you had called him because it was raining, and you were disappointed that your friends had canceled your plans that day because of it. "How was your day?"

"It was good. I was excited to hang out with my friends though," You said, starting out happy, but the tone of your voice turned a little disappointed. "I can always go out another day."

You and Taki talked on the phone for a little while before hanging up. He told you all about his day, while you listened and you talked about random things. After hanging up, you completed some tasks around the house while listening to some music. As you were about to sit down, you heard someone knock on your door.

"Who's here at this hour?" You muttered to yourself, making your way to the door. You opened the door to see Taki. You smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I know you were sad because your plans got canceled by the rain, so I'm here to cheer you up!" He smiled back at you proudly. "Get some shoes on and come outside."

You hurried to put your shoes on, not wanting the boy outside to have to wait for very long. Once you got outside, you noticed that it was only raining lightly. Your boyfriend was waiting, and you walked over to him.

"Let's go!" He said cheerfully. He held your hand and started pulling you away from the house.

"Go where?"

"To the park."

"In the rain?" You said, sounding skeptical. You raised an eyebrow at him.

He looked at you and smiled again. "Obviously." You could only smile and laugh as you followed him while he led you to the playground. You looked up and could see the rain falling in front of the streetlights. Taki stopped at the edge of the park and looked at you. "What do you want to do first?"

You looked around and saw the swings. You pointed to the swings and he started walking towards them with you. The two of you sat on the swings and started going back and forth. You and Taki sat for a while, talking. After a few minutes, you had an idea.

"Race you to the slide!" You immediately took off running when you finished your sentence. He got up and ran after you, beating you to the slide by only a second. You pouted and he laughed and began cooing at you jokingly. You climbed up to slide down and he followed you. You took turns a couple of times before you tackled him to the ground. You placed a quick kiss on his lips before moving out of his reach, giggling. He moved to catch you, but you moved farther away. He got up to chase you while you ran, laughing.

"Get back here!" He said.

"No!"

The two of you were so busy chasing each other, you didn't notice K walking towards the park.

"What are you doing out here?" He called. You and Taki stopped and looked at him, still laughing about earlier. He walked over towards the two of you and started scolding you for being out so late. "It's raining and it's cold. One of you is going to get sick." You and Taki looked at each other simultaneously.

"Not it." You said. Taki side eyed you and smiled.

"Well I'M not getting sick."

K rolled his eyes at your banter and smiled. "Let's get you two inside before you both catch a cold." He walked you back home with Taki and said goodbye before taking Taki home. Once they got home, Taki texted you.

We should do this again sometime

I'll make sure we do

Good night babe

You smiled and put your phone down before getting ready to go to sleep. You checked your phone one more time when you saw he had responded.

Goodnight love ❤️

#&team #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team taki #&team k #&team x reader #&audition #andteam #andteam taki #andteam k

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winteringdream · 1 year

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──────── take my breath away ⋆｡˚

smiling was a manner you had learned from your parents. if someone was looking at you, you'd smile and look away. in the end, a smile never hurts anyone.

so when a boy at the bus stop was looking at you, you smiled. fuma was enchanted to say the least. how could someone so beautiful just smile at him and then look away?

it was his first semester at a new university. he had changed universities midway and was now trying to find out at which time the bus leaves to his dorm area.

he had seen you around, and decided to take the same bus you were going to take.

fuma hesitated, was he going to ask you which stop he would have to get off, or would he just follow you like some creep?

he hated it when someone saw him as a threat, so he decided to just ask.

"uhm, excuse me. where do i need to get off if i want to go to the dorms?"

“you need to get of at this stop, just follow me.” that same smile appears on your face. fuma’s eyes never leave your face, enchanted by your looks.

“are you new here?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“yeah, this is my first time taking the bus to go to the dorms.” he tells you.

“you should take the bus more often, it’s very close to the dorms.” you tell him. “oh, this is our stop, let’s go.”

fuma felt like a puppy following his owner. he sheepishly follows you as you talk about what you do at school and how the semester is going.

“you’re really nice to talk to! want to take the bus with me more often?” you suggest when the two of you arrive at the dorm apartments.

fuma nods happily and he has to contain himself from smiling too brightly when you pull out your phone.

he types his phone number and saves it under his name.

“fu-ma” you read from your phone. fuma looks at his phone and sees a text message from you.

i’m y/n

you smile again and he smiles back. it’s like the two of you have known each other for years.

“well, i should get going. see you soon, fuma.”

he waves goodbye and watches you walk into the building, out of his sight. he exhales loudly, and holds his hand to his chest. how could a person impact him so much?

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roseangelxfuma · 8 months

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heloo ! can you write a fluffy harua x reader where they are both cuddling in bed and they're just chatting about random things ?

notes: harua x fem!reader, mentions of a ball, fluffy

"that was...fun." "I'm really impressed on how you managed to dance in those heels." your hair was still wet from the shower you had taken after the ball. "it was all you, rua. I was thankful I could lean on you." "you barely did, y/n..." he was the big spoon, holding you protectively as crickets kept the night from going silent. "you were so beautiful." "you were so handsome." "thank you, princess." he kissed your head, keeping you warm as the summer nights cooled down to autumn. he was always so comfortable, letting you drift off into dreams of flower fields and fantasy villages, talking mindlessly while the clock read 2 a.m. and he was sure you were in the best of dreams. "goodnight, sweetheart."

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long!!! I didn't have much motivation until I randomly had the idea for them talking after a ball

#&team #&audition #&team imagines #&audition imagines #fanfic #harua &audition #harua fluff #&team harua #harua x reader #harua

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rainbows-and-whumperflies · 1 year

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whump prompt wooo

I am Going through it rn. which means I am in fact writing a LOT of whump, but very little of it is coherent. and also I hate typing so most is handwritten and it's a pain to type it out after I write it. however! I did write a thing! so yeah.

anyway Whumpee/Caretaker movie night :3333

All of these are pretty much Whumpee being scared of Caretaker without having reason to be.

TWS: none as far as I'm aware but lmk if I need to add any!

Whumpee would never take popcorn from the same bowl as Caretaker. They know better than that. But Caretaker keeps saying they can't finish it on their own and they don't mind sharing, so maybe just this once...

Whumpee staying on the opposite side of the couch from Caretaker. If they start to pay attention to the movie, they'll get distracted and let their guard down-and they don't want to know what will happen if that happens.

Whumpee getting distracted by the movie and forgetting to be scared of Caretaker. Caretaker sees them genuinely relaxed for the first time since before Whumper :)

Hot cocoa. That's it that's the prompt

I am aware that this is not many, but anyway give your whumpees some movie nights, they deserve it

#caretaker #whumpee #caretaker x whumpee #rainbow's whump #rainbow's prompts #whump #istg i leave for a couple months and suddenly forget i have a tagging system #also i only write fluff when i'm as stressed as i am rn so. i'm sorry that's all this is.#yall. my drama teacher wants me to dye my hair for a part he cast me as. i did not even audition for the part.#he assumed i'd be okay with dying it cuz it's pink rn?? no i'm gonna damage it if i bleach it again this soon #it's a sophomore high school friends and family play? i'm not dying my hair for that ffs #and the part he gave me has 3x as many lines as the one i auditioned for. i do not have time for this #anyway! whump

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svnoohe4rts · 2 years

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birthday boy

↳ pairing: k x gn!reader

↳ word count: 0,6k

↳ a/n: thank u so much for the request anon!! i’ve been wanting to write something for our beloved k and i hope this lived up to ur expectations <3 happy birthday k !

↳ warnings: none ! just pure fluff :’)

”what are you doing awake this early?”

with your boyfriends arms suddenly sneaking around your waist and his head nuzzling into the crock of your neck, you couldn’t help but jump at his sudden presence.

“it’s 9 in the morning, k.” you had made sure that your boyfriend was still fast asleep when you climbed out of bed, tip-toeing out of your shared bedroom to make him some breakfast.

it was his birthday after all, and cooking some breakfast for him was the least you could do for the caring boy you had the honor of calling your significant other.

but with your boyfriend now standing behind you in the kitchen, it seems like you weren’t as discreet as you had originally thought.

“on my only day off, i might add,” he mumbled into your hair, still drowsy and his voice still somewhat raspy from just waking up.

“it’s also your birthday, i might add.”

a chuckle was heard from the boy standing behind you, slowly rocking your body back and forth. “is that my birthday present, hm? you waking up early?” a gasp left your lips as you spun around, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. “i was going to make you some breakfast and bring it to you, but i guess i’ll just eat it myself.”

a smile formed on his lips, the smile you loved so dearly, as he pulled you even closer. you scanned the boy standing in front of you, his hair still messy and pieces of hair falling onto his forehead; fighting to keep his eyes open. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you.

“well, since you made it, i guess i can still eat it.” he let out, a playful smile still plastered on his lips. rolling your eyes, you ran your fingers through his hair, letting you see his eyes. you hummed in response as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours; smiling into the kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair covering his neck as you pecked his lips. he placed his forehead against your own, a smile still plastered on his lips. “thank you baby, for making me breakfast.” he let out, his hands placed firmly on your hips.

“i haven’t even said happy birthday yet and you’re already thanking me.” you chuckled, cupping one of his checks; using your thumb to gently stroke it. he just chuckled in response, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“how about instead of wishing me happy birthday, you can just go back to bed with me?” he mumbled against your forehead, his eyes closed; still not fully awake. you looked up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“what about the pancakes i made?” you asked as you turned around, your eyes landing on the plate of pancakes you had just finished cooking.

before you could even react, you felt him throw his arm around your waist; only to spin your around once again. “we’ll just heat them up later,” he let out, pouting as he spoke. you stared at him for a moment, a sigh escaping your lips. “how can i say no to the birthday boy?”

a big smile replaced the pout he had just worn on his lips, pulling you into a tight hug. you let out a chuckle against his chest, wrapping your arms around his figure.

“happy birthday, k.”

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