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impactedfates · 4 months

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Hello there!! Can I request some headcanons / mini-scenarios for: Dan Heng, March, Welt, Himeko, Yanqing and Jing Yuan; with a normally soft-spoken Reader who has a wide vocal range (from contralto to hitting those high notes) and occasionally does song covers? Doesn't matter the genre, so long as Reader likes it.

So they might hear Reader singing something like a lullaby or a traditional Xianzhou song one day, to something that's still soft and sweet like a mainstream pop song on another day; to belting out something like "Kakusei" or "NEXUS" from the Promare OST. :D

★ A/N: I understood the request, I just hope I wrote it in a way you wanted! People with such a large vocal range are so talented istg, they gotta teach me. (I say as if I have ANY confidence to sing anyways)

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic

★ Format: Bullet Pointed Head Cannons (And small scenario at the end :>)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Reader is a Nameless // Readers age is undisclosed so imagine them at whatever age you wish // Reader can play instruments! // Characters might be OOC I feel // Proof Read but I did it when it was 4am lmao

When you sing more soft songs, Dan Heng tends to enjoy listening. It helps him feel more relax and sometimes rids his mind of nightmares.

He's more used to hearing that kind of voice from you. So when one day, he walks in on you singing a song that's the exact opposite of how you usually sing, he's a bit surprised.

He never doubted you could have a big vocal range, however hearing you sing a song that's different to how he normally hears you sing is what surprised him.

He still enjoys listening, but more so when you sing in a softer voice, don't get him wrong. He still enjoys your singing voice and will support you. But he isn't one for a more loud song.

"[Name]...if you're going to sing more...on the loud side, could I request you do it else where?" Dan Heng sighs softly, being awoken up once again due to you. Despite his words hinting at annoyance, his facial expression was soft and kind. A soft sorry came from your voice as you quickly turned off the music you were using, switching to a more softer song. An old Xianzhou lullaby. "Here, I'll make it up to you. Sit on the couch and I'll sing a softer song" You smiled, Dan Heng chuckled as he obliged. He can't deny that your more softer voice doesn't help him fall asleep. He silently hums along to your voice, and in a sleepy voice he speaks to you before drifting to bed. "If you enjoy music like that so much, we can pay a visit to Serval okay?"

March 7th LOVES your singing voice. She would sing along to whatever song you were singing. She praises you every time she hears you and likely took photos of you singing.

She so supports you if you ever make a YouTube (StarTube?) account and posted covers, literally your number 1 fan.

When you post a cover of a song, she's always the first one to like, comment and listen!

When you post a cover of a song that's VERY different. (Let's say, Usseewa) and you hit ALL those high notes and, everything omg. She was surprised but immediately hyped you up.

She doesn't mind if you sing songs like that at all, your singing is amazing. Like I said, number 1 fan...she doesn't hid it either.

"I love you [Name]!" "Uh, the one with the blue camera and pink hair?" "OH. MY GOD. [NAME] YOU NOTICED ME, YOU NOTICED ME. I.LOVE.YOU" Serval laughed out loud seeing Marchs outburst, as if you two don't live with each other. You could only look away with a small smile, seeing March jump up and down and shaking whoever was beside her. Much to Welts "delight"

Welts very impressed with your vocal range. But he's also worried, he knows that if you were able too have a large vocal range, you likely know how to manage it.

Still, anytime he hears you singing songs like NEXUS or Kakusei he can't help but slide over a bottle of water for your throat.

If you ever join a concert with Serval then he IS buying tickets, though not everyone may go (Dan Heng) he and the rest of the Express will.

He also tends to buy any merch you may come out with if there is any. (Mainly for March but he does keep one or two for himself to support you)

He doesn't really have a preference when it comes too what songs you sing, just as long as your happy and it isn't really disturbing anyone.

If you ever start a StarTube channel, he might animate a few of your covers! Under a pen name though, he's not embarrassed, but I think he'd like it if you thought it was a different fan and not just him who's already liked your singing from the start. (If that makes sense)

"WELT! Weltweltwelt" You ran up to him, quickly showing him an animation someone did of one of your new songs. "ArahatosNumber1Fan animated one of my covers again" You said excitedly, bringing the phone screen back to your view as you scrolled through the comments. Many complimenting the animation but many also asking who sang the cover to which they were directed to your account. "This the guy that you said was helping boost your channel subs?" You nod happily, tapping your chin you thought for a bit. "Do you think they'd still animate my covers even if I sing a different genre? I want to go with something softer this time instead of a louder peice" "I'm sure they'll animate any song you wish to sing" He chuckles. And sure enough, a week after you posted a cover of Lost Umbrella, ArahatosNumber1Fan posted an animation to go along with it.

Himeko compliments you a lot for your vocal range. In fact, she got you a karaoke machine for your birthday! Of course, though. She doesn't let you use it during night time. She doesn't want to wake up because you decided to start singing Churira Churira Dadada at 3 in the morning.

I do think she prefers you to sing outside the train. While she does enjoying your singing and she has no problem if you were to sing in the train. However she also understands it may disturb many people so she does ask for you to sing in an area where you aren't disturbing anyone.

I feel like she also asks you to teach her how to sing or have a wider vocal range. She enjoys singing herself and would love to join in when you're out singing to keep you company!

Perhaps you two can make money by singing on the streets :> (Only if you're okay with it though!)

You strummed you guitar as the two of you reached the last note, Himeko took a small bow and looked up at the audience that had gathered around. All of them clapping and complimenting your voice. She laughed softly and gently packed up your things so the two of you could get going, checking to see if you were uncomfortable with the attention before she directs you back to the train. As you two entered, Himeko was quick to sit and count the amount of credits that were left in your guitar case, looking up to you she said with a smile. "A success, well done. They loved you" "It wasn't just me singing..." "Perhaps but...I'd say they have their favourites"

When Yanqing overhears you singing Xianzhou lullabys, he's quick to shower you with compliments. Your voice is so soothing! He could listen it for so long and it's effective too. You had to usher him out as he could wake the kids you just put to bed.

When he hears you singing a song like (man I'm running out of songs I know/hj) Noels Lament. He's impressed, how can you sing a song so softly and quietly and then sing something like this which needs a stronger voice??

He might skip a few of his training to find you and see what song you're singing, he makes it a guessing game! Will you be singing something so sweet and kind? Or something that might will make head turn??

"...Yanqing?" "Ha! I guessed right this time" "...Guessed...right?" Ah, you weren't meant to know the guessing game he had in his own head, quickly, he shuffled away. Scratching the back of his head. "Of where you were!" "I always walk in this area" "...I meant...what outfit you'd be wearing?" "I usually wear similar clothes?" ...Yeah, he's running off quickly, hopefully Jing Yuan won't scold him for skipping his training again right? Surely the general can understand he just has to see if his guess was right or not.

Surprisingly (or not surprisingly) Jing Yuan enjoys when you sing your heart out with songs like Candy Store or Mount Rageous. That's the type of sing he first heard you sing when he tried to find Yanqing when he skipped yet another training sessions.

Usually he would just sleep till Yanqing returned or just go on with his day if he never did. In either case, now he joins Yanqing to see what song you're singing before returning back to train.

When he hears you singing a less upbeat song like Sweet Dreams. He's slightly surprised but listens intently, it's different to what he often hears you sing but he enjoys it none the less, he sees your happy so he's fine.

He might even request to hear certain songs just to see how well you voice range can handle it. From the loudest song that could break glass, to a soothing song that can put even the mara struck to bed. And if you successfully sing them all, he congratulates you.

Overall, he's impressed as well as many others, likely talks to you and how well you sing to his friends.

You panted a bit as you finished a particularly long high note, Jing Yuan chuckles and slides over a cup of water which you accept quickly. Taking a drink to sooth your throat. "You voice really can do wonders, I'm more then impressed" He speaks, you nodded in response as he then offers a small treat for agreeing to sing a song for him. A song that made you go from high to low, soft to loud and all in all, tested how wide your voice range can be in a singular song. "I must apologies, I just wished to see how far your voice can go. I should've considered how tired your throat must be from singing that particular song" "No worries, it was fun to read and practice that song. I'm a bit surprised you know it though" "Oh? Are you now?" "Yeah...I mean...the song was released like a month ago and you're kinda a grandp-" "Alright I get it" He chuckled lightly, gently flicking your forehead.

I'm so smart writing Yanqings and JY sleep deprived right?/j Yeah uh they might be OOC, hopefully not thoughejfpgt.

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saekkas · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄… (𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬).

𝟎𝟎'𝟏: 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 remembering the things they like, sharing a soft smile across the room, looking for them in a crowded room, and tucking in their hair behind their ear to see their eyes.

summary: a collection of ways on how the blue lock boys silently say "i love you."

note: first up is itoshi rin with a 1.6k word count!

itoshi is a household name in the soccer world, and so is the number 10. itoshi sae is known to be a genius midfielder with unbound talent set to rule to soccer world in the upcoming years. itoshi rin, however, is only a sprout barely blooming within winter soil.

even then, rin's name has been printed on every paper and tabloid, headlines of the budding striker written in big bold letters. blue lock has catapulted him into great heights, a nobody turned somebody whose time is worth a lot of money.

everyone's looking at him now and you've never been prouder. although, the flashing camera lights and crazy stalkers will never be your favorite things about the whole ordeal. another thing you will never get used to, is the amount of time your boyfriend is stolen from you. interviews, practice, media visits are now a part of rin's daily schedule and they're starting to become burdensome.

when he's not away on blue lock business, rin's preoccupied himself at home, which makes visits to the itoshi household a daily occurrence for you now. not that you can complain; rin's parents are very welcoming, always cooking you mind blowing food. you remember them showing photos from rin's childhood that had you squealing at his cute round cheeks.

"want more curry, dear?" rin's mother asks

the itoshi household is nothing if not breathtaking, a two-story modern house with traditional elements mixed in. the halls are fully furnished, little trinkets from tokyo and traditional koi paintings decorating the area. mixtures of marmer and wood are sprinkled throughout the rooms, adding to the homey ambience of the family's house.

your favorite feature has to be the garden though; a green field the size of two master bedrooms occupy the space connecting the living room and kitchen. filled with luscious green grass along with bonsai and hydrangeas, your eyes never stray far from the painting brought to life.

"ah no, it's alright," you smile and shake your head at her offer. "i think i've had enough curry to last until next week."

"oh, don't be silly!" she laughs, extending a hand to rest on yours as she sits across from your form. "there's no such thing as too much curry."

"you're right about that," you laugh with her, "but i think i've had my fill for now."

before another word leaves her lips, two pairs of feet pad into the room. you look up to see rin walking behind his father, a leather bound book in one hand. you watch as the two make light conversation, smiling when he plops onto the seat next to you.

"good game?" you ask to the black-haired boy beside you, a smile on your face.

"no," he scoffs, "awful."

"really, rin?" his father grins from the spot across from you, a hand coming down to clap against his own thigh. "you were practically screaming for sae to score that last goal. and i think i saw you cry when he did."

"shut up," rin grumbles.

you watch as red threatens to spread over his face, grinning at the way he tries to avoid your eyes.

"your dad's right, rin." you lean in closer to his right, nudging his side with a playful wink. "i heard you sniffle all the way from here."

you laugh along with his parents when he flushes red all over, especially evident on the tip of his nose. you bury the need to press a kiss onto it.

"rin's always been such a soccer fanatic," his dad says with a slice of grilled chicken edging closer to his mouth, "especially when sae's involved."

"mhmm," his mom mumbles as she picks the familiar leather bound book from its place next to rin. "they were so close with one another."

you try your best to keep a neutral face, eyeing rin's expression. you lift a hand to press onto his, fingers intertwining under the table. you feel a small smile slip onto your face when he squeezes the joint limbs.

"want to see?"

squinting at the writing smudges on the book, a gasp makes its way through your lips as you recognize the words.

"photobook," is written in capital letters across the brown leather and you practically melt on your seat when his mom flips it open to reveal a starry-eyed chubby cheek rin staring at his older brother. the photo is labeled as 'sae nii-chan' in awful writing that could only be younger rin's.

"i would love to!"

sneaking a glance at rin, you're met with a scowl directed at his mother. giggling, you press a brief peck on his cheek before teasing, "who knew you were such a cute kid? i always thought you were the ugly, snotty kind."

now that you think about it, that was probably the moment rin decided to never bring you into his house ever again.

rolling your eyes at the memory, you look around for said boy. doing a turn, your eyes sweep across the room before sighing at the growing crowd at the entrance. from the amount of screams, a crowd of photographers, soccer fans, and interviewers no doubt.

so much for spending quality time on a date outside.

you turn your back to the crowd, feet pattering against the marble ceramics of the museum's floor. it wasn't often that rin would suggest a date in a public setting (for obvious reasons) but you remember him surprising you with two tickets on the eve of your birthday.

"didn't expect to see you at midnight, rinnie."

said boy is standing outside your apartment door, a lavender box in hand with a hand knitted scarf covering half his face, "what's the occasion?"

you watch as he leans against the door frame, a small smile on his face. you squeak when he wraps an arm around your middle to gently pull you into his form.

"happy birthday," he mumbles into the crown of your head, "i got you a present."

"your presence here is a present enough."

you watch as he rolls his eyes, laughing at the deadpan expression he wears. you allow him to drag you into the living room, plopping down on the sofa as settles the box between you.

"open it."

"okay, okay, so bossy."

there's only the sound of your muffled playlist in the background, lights not as brightly lit as they should be. your hands are deft, opening the ribbon wrapped around the box while carefully tearing through the wrapping.

"what's- oh."

your eyes catch onto the sight of two finely printed paper, your and rin's name written in cursive bellow a museum's name. the museum you've wanted to go to for over a year.

"i remember you looking up the museum on your website and how you said the tickets were always sold out, so i thought-"

rin doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you're jumping into his arms. he's quick to steady both of you, pressing an arm on your lower back and another on the sofa below. he peaks down to see a blinding smile on your face, eyes covered by the tresses of your hair.

"thank you so much," you whisper into the night, trying to contain your excitement. "you're the best person ever!"

rin chuckles as you situate yourself on his lap. he leans in to place a palm on your cheek, and your freeze as he sweeps away the hair covering your eyes.

"anything for you."

teal eyes bore into yours as he leans in to press a peck on your forehead. your breath catches in your throat when he slides a ring on your finger, "say the word and it's yours."

pressing a finger to your phone, you watch the screen light up to show a picture of you and rin. you swipe through your contacts until you find rin's and quickly type in a message for him to see.

you: rinrinnn

you: i'll be looking around the art section!

you: text me when you're done <333

walking through the infinite halls, you stumble through the one filled with sculptures. your eyes rake through each and every one, fingers itching to touch the material it's made of. you don't notice the people in the room, multiple teenagers on a school trip filling up the cramped space, too preoccupied at marveling the art before you.

your phone pings and you're quick to open it, seeing rin's brief message of where are you? before turning to go back the way you came. your feet stop three steps in, a soft smile spreading on your face as teal eyes catches yours.

you notice the small smile he sends back, before he nods at you to stay in place. he's maneuvering himself through the sea of people and it's only when rin takes the spot beside you that you look up.

he's panting, a gray baseball hat covering most of his face. you watch as he looks around, trying to see whether the interviewers caught onto him.

he stops when you take his hand in yours.

"hi, handsome stranger." looking up, you see him arch an eyebrow at you, smiling as he leans down to hear you over the sound of chatter in the room.

he freezes when you adjust the hat on his head, sweeping the bangs so that his eyes aren't covered by the garment, "there, that's better."

rin shakes his head, a quiet chuckle sounding in the space between you. he squeezes your intertwined fingers before whispering in your ear, "i've been looking everywhere for you."

"well here i am," you smile, fiddling with the ring that rests on your finger. "c'mon, let's go through the rest before eating, i'm starved."

rin watches the glinting stone and nods, lips fluttering across the gem as he places a kiss on your ring finger.

"anything for you," he mumbles.

i will be releasing more fics containing the other boys so feel free to drop suggestions on who you think i should write next and how you think they silently express ily!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin imagines #rin x reader #rin imagines #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #rin fluff #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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FOURTHGRADE ; dating hcs

warnings ; language, talk of substances, talk of like makeout stuff (not in great detail or anything but yk)

genre ; fluff

requested by ; @th0tblckgrl

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guys, he isn't dumb, he just lacks common sense I swear

he excells in tech classes and art stuff

math and science will be his downfall (real tbh)

always films you doing tricks and shit

has a whole vhs worth of film of raw, unedited footage of you two skating together (mostly you) and stupid cute shit he's caught on camera

he titles it "y/n/n <3" with a red sharpie too.

dyeing his hair w him

he never switches out that bleach & pink istg

it makes for good hangouts and stuff tho

you watch his gecko for hours while he's doing homework and shit

she's just so adorable omg

he likes you on top when you're making out and shit

he loves being straddled and being able to hold you by the waist and shit

he's not super clingy or anything but he loves his hand holding and cuddles

he has acne, and if you do too, oh my lord match made in heaven

he loves tracing your scars with his infamous red sharpie and it stains your face for almost a day lmao

he likes picking at your bacne just through impulsive thoughts

"ow! Jesus christ!"

"sorry! it was ready to pop, I swear"

dude Ray loves you two together sm

he's your biggest shipper <3

fuckshit constantly teases you two

I personally hc that fourthgrade is asexual so here's context for the next one

since he's ase (and even if you are two! me too twin) you guys don't take it all that sexual, and gets a little icked when the guys make jokes about you two fucking sometimes

most the time he laughs it off but other days he's just eughhh

and you instantly turn to whoever made the joke and silently shake your head and do the 'you're dead sign' with a respectful face iykwim

he likes staring in your eyes sometimes and getting lost in them

when he's writing movie scripts for fun, he uses you as a faceclaim (along with the other boys tbh) for whatever lead there is or the leads love intrest/best friend. everytime without fail

basically just fanfiction about you two

again like fuckshit, friendship before relationship

matching belts or band shirts

if you also dye your hair fun colors, he dyes it for you

movie nights every night I swear

getting high with him in the dead of night on a friday/saturday night >>>>

hugging him from behind too 💔💔💔

I'm not like trying to infantilize him, he's just a softie for u

stealing shopping carts and bringing them back to skate locations is just a tradition

a lot of times Ray and Fuckshit are busy and they leave ruben and stevie with you so you guys are basically a little family doing fun shit

skating around town, going to the public pool, chilling inside gas stations, renting movies, trauma dumping etc

you're literally just ruben and stevies parents

the ultimate comedy group too 💀

shit, you, fourth, fuckshit and ray are actually way too funny when you're super drunk/high at parties

like you'll be in your own corner watching over ruben and stevie playing uno and start talking about testicul bombs and radioactive cum??? (based on a true story)

alr that's all I got I hope u enjoyed LOL

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s oneshot #mid90s x reader #mid90s imagine #mid90s #fourthgrade x reader #fourthgrade mid90s #fuckshit x reader #ray x reader #ryder mclaughlin #ryder mclaughlin x reader #skater #90s aesthetic #90s

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seat-safety-switch · 5 months

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When I was a kid, there was a constant male presence in my life. I learned from him. I laughed with him. I cried with him. And I endeavoured to gain his respect. No, it wasn't my father. Outside of school, my mentor was Martin Yan.

Maybe you haven't met him. He's a dude who was on public-access TV a lot in the 80s and 90s. His schtick? Cooking show. He'd bang together some insane delicacies in about twenty to thirty minutes. Bad jokes all the time. Once in awhile, you'd get to go on a field trip to figure out how to buy fresh prawns, or see what pigs look like on the inside.

Of course, he made use of all the tricks of television. Tricks like "not actually eating what you didn't cook long enough to a food-safe temperature" and "mysteriously procuring a plate of finished food from behind the counter to replace the stuff that's still frying." I never felt tricked, though. He'd always admit it, which was a step above the rest of the TV cooks. Legitimacy. That was big back then.

Every adult will tell you that you must never meet your heroes. That's advice you only learn the value of when you stow away on a Greyhound bus headed towards San Francisco to catch a taping. It was the same old story you've heard a thousand times from other once-kids: I arrived well before the show, but just in time to see my idol beating Jacques Pepin to within an inch of his life with a baseball bat. Some kind of argument over onion slicing techniques, how much of the skin was usable in the meal. Pepin went down, hard. I was frozen in fear, too scared to check if he was still alive. Didn't want to give myself away.

I stayed for the rest of the taping, though. He made chicken stewed in a fruit sauce, a really delightful and unexpected combination that still hewed close to traditional Hong Kong cooking. Jacques Pepin showed up about halfway through the episode to shake his hand, but he seemed reserved and distant. Bruises hidden from the camera by makeup. Scared, too, probably, shaking so much we could see it in the studio audience, but didn't want to break the spell of the magic of television.

Everything turned out great in the end. The sauce was a hit when I got back home, and kept Family Services out of my living room for another year or two before they figured out that my folks really weren't coming back from their last attempt to get hired as trapeze artists.

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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babe can i pls get a headcannon of Mick dating a Latina💌❣️

Here you go, honey! I hope you like it <3 *mwah*

headcanon requests are closed

MICK DATING A LATINA | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to latinos and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

I just know this man would have the time of his life whenever you guys decide to travel to visit your family/friends/home.

We saw how Mick likes spicy/Mexican food, so he would totally try every available dish with your family and they would be like "Isn't it too spicy for you, boy?" to which Mick would grin, puffing his red face, and shake his head, "it's too good, I can take it! Just- just need a bit of water." You would find it funny, and tell him you wouldn't take care of him if he ends up sick, of course, this is a lie because you're the first person beside him when his body decides it's time to slow down for a bit.

South America is really diverse, you can find just about everything there, and Mick will love to explore all the countries with you. You'll hike in Machu Pichu, enjoy the winter in Argentina and Uruguay, visit all the beaches, and art expos in Brazil, go around Colombia, and so on. Mick will register everything with his camera, and by the end of the month, he'll put everything together in an album and gift you. You'll tear up a bit because you look so good through his lenses, and he seems to have captured most of the special moments.

Your family will love to see it.

This man will try to learn Spanish/Portuguese before meeting your family. He'll casually throw a word here and there and then finally ask you if you can help him, but it's just training with him because he strikes me as someone who'll be quick to sign up for online classes just to get everything right.

His Spanish/Portuguese has so much accent, and it's just so cute how he'll still want to order and talk to people using their native language. You'll find it endearing.

It won't be hard for him to get used to all the traditions and cultural things. Mick will just love how people are warm and friendly with him, and how he doesn't have to worry about doing things wrong and getting away with it, because people are not afraid of being honest/sincere/forward about things. It's a nice atmosphere to be in.

I can totally see him letting a word or two slip in your idiom during an interview and fans go crazy because you're together for less than a year, and this man is already perfecting his language skills to impress you and your family/friends.

He's just enchanted with your culture and even more in love with you after discovering all the layers and history behind who you are.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I hope you guys liked it! Let me know your thoughts, it means a lot to me <3 *mwah*

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Overstay

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wc: 5.3k

Requested (though I’ve lost the request and can’t find it so if the person who asked sees this, I hope you like it!)

Synopsis: Your photography job was getting boring, then came your next client.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, idol!chan, photographer!female reader, oral (m receiving), bit of ass slapping, praising, protected sex, nicknames, just a bit of work-after-hours fun

Photography is a beautiful thing, you’d always thought, capturing life in real time and being able to share that. That passion for the art medium is what made you want to pursue photography as a career, never did you think you’d grow tired of it.

But people grow and start to fall out of love with the things they swore they’d never give up. You were working for a magazine company that generally focused on lifestyle and fashion, the target audience being young. That meant there were celebrity features every month to keep the magazine’s traction high.

You weren’t doing what you planned, capturing life and whatnot. No, instead you were photographing people that were put on a pedestal, some you’d come to realize after meeting weren’t remotely the same on camera as they were behind it. Some of the people you photographed weren’t worthy of their power to influence people, especially the audience your company sought after. Your hope for humanity had slowly begun to waver, growing tired of dealing with the same shallow, cold hearted people.

Until you met the model for this October’s issue. Bang Chan, you’d learned his name was. You didn’t really take the time to look into detail of the clients you were to work with after realizing they weren’t worth learning about. But your coworkers were just so excited he was going to be here, only having positive things to say about him that you couldn’t help but do a bit more research— in preparation, of course.

A quick google search showed he was nothing if not incredibly well established. Self made and sincere, he seemed to hold so much weight on his shoulders, you wondered how he could be so young and so accomplished, for he was around the same age as you. Sure, both your careers were thriving, but aside from his immediate occupation as an idol, Chan has producer, lyricist, and a few other titles under his name. You? You were just a photographer who hated her job.

The day of the cover shoot with Chan, you’d come in earlier than most to help set up as usual, making sure you had everything you needed. If Chan wasn’t comfortable, nobody working the set was. It was tradition for you to bring in some coffee for whoever was there earliest and another cup for the model, labeling it with his name and setting aside for when he arrived.

It couldn’t have been more than forty five minutes since you’d gotten to set when the door opened, walking in your client for the day. Alone. He was alone. Unusual, you’d thought, because generally there was an army of assistants and stylists following behind them.

His face was hidden beneath a hat and mask, dressed in an all black set of hoodie and gym shorts with just sandals on his feet. Your coworkers weren’t joking when they said he was humble, none of the other celebrities you’ve worked with ever came in with less than guns blazing. It was a shock to your professional system so early in the morning, to say the least.

He walked in with his head up high, looking for any signs that he was in the right place. It was sort of cute how he scanned the room like a lost puppy.

“Bang Chan?” You called out, setting your camera bag aside in exchange for greeting him properly.

“That’s me,” he held up a hand, waving shyly.

The steps of your boots echoed throughout the concrete room, lack of bodies present only adding to the sound. The few employees that were here with you stopped to greet him as well, though going back to their work immediately.

When you reached him, you held out a hand for him to shake, to which he took politely. It was hard to ignore the difference in size of your hands, his much larger yet surprisingly gently to the touch. What was also hard to miss was how pretty his hands were, fingers long and slim and knuckles slightly bruised red. Perhaps he was just cold, or maybe he enjoyed a good work out. Would it be unprofessional of you to find out?

“I’m Y/N, head photographer. I appreciate the punctuality, but I don’t think we were expecting you until later?” Reluctantly, you let go of his grip, leading Chan towards the area where he could put his stuff and relax. Conveniently, it was also where you’d left your camera bag.

“No, you’re right. I like to come in a bit earlier and get a feel for everything. Also get to know everyone I’m working with.” He was soft spoken, voice slightly groggy as if he’d just woken up.

Laughing and thanking him for his wonderful company so early in the morning, you offered him the traditional cup of iced coffee. “Oh, I don’t drink coffee,” his voice trailed off as if he truly felt bad. “Caffeine just doesn’t do much for me.”

“No worries. I’m sure you can give it to one of the interns when they arrive. They’re so excited to meet you, wouldn’t stop talking about it since we found out you were the one that’s gonna be on our cover.” You didn’t mean to out your employees like that, but something about Chan made talking just feel so easy, like you could say anything without judgment.

The tips of Chan’s ears began to blush red, only noticing when he brought a hand up to thumb at the lobe of his earring. Cute, you thought.

“Ah, I see,” he shied away again, placing his bag on the table next to yours and pulling his hat tighter to his head.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let the vultures get you.” Placing a gentle hand on his bicep, you could feel him tense beneath the hoodie’s fabric.

Conversation with him flowed easily, Chan was a great conversationalist. Your hunch about being judgment free around him was right, for it seemed like Chan had a positive outlook on just about anything you’d said. He seemed like he was genuinely engaged and wanted to keep talking. The dimple in his cheek when he smiled was ever so endearing, you wanted to eat him up right then and there. For a moment, just as your hands brushed when the both of you moved to get more comfortable, you thought maybe he was a bit more interested in just the mundane conversation.

Though, there wasn’t much time to dwell on the slight rise in temperature in your cheeks, it was getting closer to when you’d both have to begin working. You’d explained the theme and idea you had in mind for the shoot, taking him towards the area you’d photograph him. The black backdrop was rather large, a deep red velvet couch in the very middle of it. The lighting setup was warm, not too yellow that would make the vibe more sultry rather than sunny. All the different outfit variations stylists put together were just a bit off to the side of the backdrop, mostly black and leather. “I thought we could take a more mature approach to this month’s shoot. But don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do,” you reassured him.

With a kind smile and thankful tone, Chan replied, “I never do.”

The shoot itself went smoothly, staff sprinkling various flower petals around Chan, who laid horizontally on his side towards the camera, and tossing them into the air as you took many different shots. Then, he asked for one of the light pink flowers, holding the stem and running the edge over his prettily painted red lips. Most of the shoot could’ve been rated PG until he did that, his eyes boring into yours as if he was looking for a reaction.

Chan sat up when you looked at him from over your camera, needing to see the image for yourself. He looked so comfortably sexy in all the right ways, an idea came to mind. “Could you take the jacket off? Just hang it off your shoulders,” you asked, trying to feign confidence that was wavering the longer he stared at you.

He complied easily, corners of his lips peeking up and showing his dimples again while. After a moment of following your instructions, Chan stood, removing the jacket all together and slinging it over his shoulder. It took you by surprise how he started to pose by himself, movements fluid and natural. It made for some great shots. Then he placed the stem of the flower in his mouth, now free hand tucking under the hem of his tank top. You could see through your camera lense the bulge of his hand beneath the fabric, laying over his pectoral as the bottom rode up and exposed the plane of his stomach. It was like he knew you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, see him eye you like a hawk. Another devious smile played along his plump lips, mocking, toying from afar. A dull throbbing between your legs made you flex your abdomen, breath hitching. Bang Chan was humble, kind, genuine, and absolutely knew the effect he had on you.

The entirety of the rest of the shoot, you attempted to steer your mind back to work. Professional. You are a professional. A nice smile and cute dimples cannot and will not sway me, you thought again.

Chan was as everyone talked about him. He spoke to everyone that worked with him, even the giddy interns, for a few minutes to thank them. But being with him for the shoot didn’t last very long after it was done, his manager trying to drag him out of the photo studio for his next schedule.

You were attempting to seem indifferent about his leaving, eyes doing their best to focus on monitoring the pictures when Chan made his way to where you were sat. He stood behind you, placing one arm on the back and the other on the armrest of your chair, leaning over your shoulder. The warmth of his breath tickled your neck, indicating just how close he truly was. “Thank you,” he spoke softly, as if intended for your ears only.

It was hard to keep your cool when the smell of his cologne lingered in the air so deliciously. “Thank you, too. You’re a great model.” You gestured to the unedited pictures on the screen before you and smiled, only partially peering over your shoulder at him.

“Only because I had a great photographer.”

There was no missing the intentional flirtiness in his voice, not when his hand on the armrest was slowly creeping towards your forearm, fingertips only barely grazing your skin. Your gaze drifted from the screen to where he lingered, just watching. How he wasn’t fully touching you made the burning in your core light brighter, wanting nothing more than for him to take you fully into his embrace, engulf you in his brain hazing scent.

It was incredibly unprofessional, and could potentially end your career. Never had you ever thought of a client like this. Guess there’s a first time for everything.

The call of Chan’s name made you both snap your heads around, finding his manager beckoning for their departure and mentioning how he’d already overstayed his welcome. A deep sigh left his lips, and just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his hand to stop him. “You’re always welcome here.”

A deep blush flushed his cheeks this time, trailing down his neck where his collar bones peaked out from beneath his shirt. It was dizzying to think that the shy, hard worker you’d met this morning was now feeling comfortable enough around you that he’d risk being late to his next schedule to stay and talk to you, not that you were complaining.

As badly as you wanted to act on your needs— the ones between your legs that’s been screaming for relief since the shoot started— your job wasn’t worth throwing away no matter how much you hated it. Meeting Chan today gave you the small taste of what you’d come to love about photography in the first place. So you let him leave with those few parting words, watching him saunter away with a cheeky grin and blushing skin.

Early to arrive, last to leave, as usual you stayed until all of the other employees decided to call it a night. It felt like there was just too much to do, you couldn’t go home even as the sun had set and the only light was coming from the other room. You’d taken to sitting on the prop couch where the shoot had taken place, laptop in your hands as you scrolled through the pictures of Chan. It was impossible to get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried, he was everywhere and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Just as you were about to give up on work and close your laptop, the echoing of the door rang out. Footsteps grew closer to where you sat, but didn’t bother getting up. You’d thought it was just one of your coworkers coming back to help.

Then stepping into your line of vision, Chan peered around the corner. He was still dressed in the outfit he wore when he’d first come this morning, except instead of a hoodie, just a black shirt covered him. A tight black shirt.

“Oh? You’re still here?” He called out, waddling a bit closer before stopping and scratching his neck.

You held up your laptop, smiling sweetly. “What are you doing here?”

Chan awkwardly padded over to the table he’d initially left his stuff, grabbing a black lump of fabric. “Left this,” he laughed nervously. “Are you allowed to be here this late?”

“Are you allowed to be here at all?” The quick retort made him smile again, inching closer to the couch slowly.

“I generally don’t have places to be at midnight.” He stood at the end of the couch now, leaning onto the edge of it on his palms.

“It’s midnight?” The time truly awoke you now, eyes widening and looking at the clock on your computer.

His exasperated laugh felt heavy in weight, tired and exhausted as Chan slumped into the other end of the couch. “I see you’re a workaholic, too.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “There’s just so much that needs to be done and so little time to do it.”

“I get it. Today’s actually the first time in a while that it didn’t feel like I was at work.” Closing the laptop and placing it on the floor, you turned your full attention to him now.

Seeing your sudden enthusiasm, Chan shifted his body to face you as well, resting his arm over the back of the red couch. “Really? Why is that?” Your voice was playful, hinting almost as you unconsciously scooted closer to him.

There was no one around to see you press your legs together, reminded by his scent of how Chan posed for you before. The slight peak of his abs you’d caught replayed in your head, the warmth of his hand on your skin before he left. There was no one but you and him, sitting so casually next to one another just having a friendly conversation about the stress of work. There was no one around to tell you not to shift and tuck your knees underneath you, almost leaning into Chan’s arm that was still resting between you two.

“This might be a bit weird but…” his voice trailed off again, looking at your face for anything telling him to stop talking. Except there was none, and he continued, “I feel comfortable… around you, I mean.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. You’re a lot more fun to work with than others, for sure.”

“How so?” Chan leaned in closer, pressing the topic of first impressions.

It wasn’t the question itself that made you nervous, moreso how he asked it, how he waited for you to answer. There was an expression on his face that implied he was expecting a certain answer. The air was wafting with tension, as was your core. If you kept silent any longer, you were sure Chan would think you didn’t want what he was sure to be implying. After all, he didn’t need to stay when he’d already gotten what he’d come back for. Right?

“I was surprised you don’t drink coffee.”

“I’ve got a lot of stamina,” the answer slipped from

his mouth, whether it was playful or intentful, you didn’t know but hoped for the latter.

With a grin of your own, “I don’t doubt it.”

“What else?” Chan was getting confident now, less of an embarrassing flush across his neck and more anticipation.

You pondered shallowly, making him wait for your response. “You’re funny.”

“Funny? That’s it?”

“Do you really need the stroke to your ego?” If you weren’t hyper aware of everything at the moment, you might not have caught the way his chest slightly puffed.

“Amongst other things.” Your head tilted as the grin Chan wore turned devious, tempting in how close in proximity he was becoming.

“You didn’t just come back for your jacket, did you?”

The air swirled thick with pheromones, prominent from your lower half. If it wasn’t seeping from your pores, it sure as hell was off of Chan. The first wave of arousal you’d felt earlier because of him was hitting again, stronger now that you had him all to yourself. He was practically radiating lust, the words he spoke sealing the final nail of your coffin of desire.

“Amongst other things,” he spoke slower now, every word punctuated and voice an octave lower as his breath fanned over your lips. How you didn’t notice exactly how close he was was beyond you, head foggy with need.

Without needing any other signs, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, finally getting to feel them. It was a soft kiss, just feeling out one another. His hand on the backrest of the couch came to cup your cheek, pulling you deeper into him as the kiss became hungrier. Chan all but moaned into you when you balled your fists into his shirt, tugging his body down.

Your bodies moved together seamlessly, finding it easy to undress one another and get you onto your knees before him without a hitch. However long you’d been repressing the aching in your cunt, it could wait a bit longer. Because now you were kneeling between his spread legs, gesturing for Chan to raise his hips so that you could tug down his tight underwear. As his cock, hot and heavy, slapped against his lower stomach, the sinful sight of him towering over you washed a fresh wave of arousal through your body, probably dripping down your leg and onto the floor with how badly you wanted him. Chan groaned at the feeling of your breath against his cock, letting his head fall back against the couch but still watching you through heavily lidded eyes. The natural scent of his skin made you dizzier than you already were, mouth watering at the prospect of being able to feel him.

Softly, you dragged your fingertips up the inside of his calves, towards his inner thighs teasingly as you brought your lips to the skin of his right one, kissing the flesh ever so lightly. Just the tip of your tongue dragged a wet streak from there to the base of his cock, not entirely letting yourself taste him. Another strained groan echoed from his chest, urging you to hurry no matter how much he enjoyed the warm teasing of your lips.

When you finally took the tip into your mouth, Chan let out an unrestrained moan, guttural and oh so beautiful. You’d only taken in a little of his cock and he was already falling apart. Flattening your tongue against him, you swirled it around the tip and collected the beads of precum that leaked, swallowing it without pulling off. The suctioning feeling pulled a few more whines from him, feeling satisfied in sinful ways.

His hips lightly kicked up, wanting you to take more of him. You slid down on him slowly, engraving the weight of his cock on your tongue into your brain. And when you came to the hilt, you teased him more by attempting to swallow once more, throat constricting tightly around his cock. The action made his hips rut up into you again, this time harder.

Stilling for a moment to let him feel you, you pulled off and let your eyes slightly cross to watch the way your saliva connected your lips to his dick. To say it was one of the hottest things Chan had ever seen would’ve been short of a compliment, right next to how you gathered your hair into a ponytail and took one of his hands to replace yours.

Your eyes grew wider as your lips wrapped around him again, then jaw going slack when you put all control into his hands, placing your own behind your back. Chan moved his hips closer to the edge of the couch and experimentally raised them, but it wasn’t enough. To get him to move faster, you pushed over his hand to guide your head, encouraging him to lead.

Once he was given this unspoken permission, Chan began gently to push you down, taking him deeper. Just before you came to sheath him completely, he suddenly roughly shoved himself into you, causing you to gag and tears well in your eyes. Water pooled in your mouth at the intrusion, drooling out the corners of your lips.

“You take me so well. That’s it, good girl,” he said breathily.

Chan held your hair tightly, hauling you off his cock to look into your eyes. A gentle hand came up to the side of your face and swiped away the saliva from

your lips. A wicked smirk twitched his lips before guiding you back down, keeping eye contact as you took him again.

He used your mouth like it was just a hole to be filled, and to be fair, it was. It was exactly what you wanted. You could feel the stress this man carried in the way he kept your hair in an iron locked grip, positioning you perfectly so he could thrust up and your lips meet his pelvis half way to deep throat. How sexy he looked from your position, manspreading and lightly sweaty as he seeked his high. The sound of you gagging on his cock, hitting your uvula with every upstroke, Chan’s abs contracted tightly, so close. You knew this,

growing impatient and more desperate and whining for him to abuse your pussy just as well. Three more harsh, deep thrusts and he pulled you up for air, taking rapid puffs of oxygen. Laughter echoed in your ears, his laughter watching you blink away your tears.

“Pretty girl, c’mere,” Chan reached for your arms and pulled your already weak body into his lap while simultaneously reaching for his wallet. Pulling out a condom, he ripped the foil packaging quickly and rolled it onto his cock in zero time. As badly as you wanted to slick up and down him, seeing as how he was just as ready as you, you waited, waited for him to tell you you could.

Biting your swollen lip, you pleaded with your glistening eyes for him to say yes. “Oh, you really are good, hm? Waiting for me to give you permission?” You nodded weakly, placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting yourself to sit higher. It felt natural to kiss him again, slotting your wet lips against his, let him taste himself.

Your hands wandered his body needier, like you couldn’t get enough of the way his skin felt beneath your fingers. No, you couldn’t. There was no way for it to feel like he could ever engulf you the way you wanted.

“Go ahead, baby girl. Use me. I know how badly you want to.” Upon his approval, you leaned into his lips again though not pressing fully against them, waiting until you stood his cock straight and sunk onto it slowly. Just as you did, you swallowed every one of his moans with the kiss, both your bodies buzzing in excitement and desperation.

Clit coming into contact with the wet skin of his pelvis, the warmth of his skin sent shocks of electricity through you, wanting to rut against him. That feeling almost overrode the slight uncomfortable stretch of his cock, still adjusting to it. Chan’s hands came to run up and down your spine soothingly, he could feel the tender pulsing of your walls around him as you waited to move. A few more moments of sloppy, needy kisses, the friction against your clit started to feel more and more heavenly.

“So big,” you murmured. Your hips began to swivel in circles, languid yet smoothly as you felt everything, everything down to the slight twitch as his abs constricted again. He kept your chest pressed against him, reluctant to let go as your fingers carded through his hair. For a bit longer you moved slow, but the need to feel the high was overwhelming.

Taking his hands from around your waist, you moved them down to rest against your ass to which Chan took handfuls of happily. With your own hands planted on his shoulders, you sped up, pressing your clit harder into his pelvis and his cock deeper into your cunt. It felt wonderful for a bit, but not quite enough. Instead you reached back and rested your palms onto his knees and flicked your hips in upwards motions, hoping to replicate that of a scooting movement. Your moans started to pick up, body moving animalistically as you found the sensation you were looking for.

Tingling took over your legs, the sound of your arousal lewdly bouncing off the concrete walls of the photo studio and the warm lighting coming from the other room made Chan look all the more alluring. As if he couldn’t have gotten any hotter, his mouth slightly parted and his hair was messy. A sweet blush took over his cheeks now, too, only barely visible like his blown out pupils.

The more you whined in pleasure, the harder he gripped the flesh of your ass. As badly as you wanted to reach your high, it was getting harder to maintain a rhythm due to the soreness in your legs. You leaned forward and anchored onto his broad shoulder again, raising just your hips to smack back down into his. This made Chan moan out again, louder than he had all evening.

“Fuck— just like that,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck and hair. “Ride me so well, take my cock like it’s meant for you.” His praise fueled you to move your hips faster, then he released your ass only to bring his hand down and leave a harsh slap. The sting made you ground your hips onto him hard, skin on skin echoing loudly. Chan grunted and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, as though he was holding back from being any louder.

Your walls constructed around him tightly, Chan was all but ready to blow. But no, he had to power through the intense pleasure. Though, your legs were growing tired, annoyed that you couldn’t use him the way you wanted.

“Lean forward,” Chan instructed as though he could hear your thoughts. Taking your ass into his hands again, he lifted you every so slightly and put your weight onto his shoulders. Just the tip of his cock stayed snug in your cunt. Keeping your hands laced in his hair, you held on, waiting for the impending fuck you’re about to endure.

He adjusted his feet while you reattached your lips to his neck, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. Then, he testingly kicked his hips up, not sliding even half way in but the change in angle already had your eyes rolling back. At the small whine you made, it pleased Chan to know he could give it to you how he wanted.

He waited a few more seconds, but a few seconds too long because you wiggled your ass just a little, enough to make the head of his cock shift and rub your wet walls. “Fuck,” Chan cursed lowly, “impatient, are we?” His hand sent a few more taunting slaps to your ass before thrusting upwards without warning, filling you entirely. The sudden intrusion made you cry out, pleasurably so.

Chan didn’t stop, he kept your ass cheeks spread and suspended in the air, the only reason you weren’t flying off his cock was because your hands were tangled in his hair. Truth be told, he loved the way you tugged it, the sting felt so good with how hard he was pummeling into you now. You didn’t have the mind to do anything but moan, the only coherent word from you spoken being his name. He wasn’t any better, so lost in your warm walls that he didn’t mind the feeling of your sweat mixing, also the scent of your skin messing with his head.

However, his grip began to falter and the need to feel you closer had his hands sliding around your torso again, keeping your chest pressed firmly against his. You were practically bouncing on his cock this way, ass rippling with every upstroke you met half way down, it made your moans jump and fall as well.

It was all in the angle, his cock brushing the inner part of your clit with every smack of his hips into yours. The coil in your gut strung tighter and tighter, so close to breaking. “Don’t stop— god, so big, ‘m so close. Please, don’t stop!” Your pleas came out in a higher pitch than intended, but that only made Chan continue his ministrations.

“Beg more, baby. How badly do you wanna cum?” His nails clawed into your back, probably leaving red marks to be reminisced later.

Another deep and hard thrust pushed the head of his cock into the spot that made your toes curl. “Please! So bad, need it so bad! Let me cum, please let me cum.”

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you ask so sweetly,” his lips were practically glued to your collar bone, “cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

You loved the power he so easily has over you, simple commands slipping from his mouth making you want to do anything to please him. When he allowed, you lowered yourself just a little so that his thrusts became quicker and shallower, not pulling out completely and keeping you filled until the knot snapped. Just as you hit your peak, Chan stilled almost entirely, feeling your walls pulsing and keeping him so snug it was impossible to pull out anymore, like your cunt wanted to keep him there. And he wasn’t complaining one bit. The convulsion of your pussy practically milked him to completion into the condom alongside your own orgasm, to which it felt like lingered for minutes.

Chan kept you tightly wrapped in his arms, sweaty and unmoving as the both of you caught your breath. It felt all too comfortable with him, much less professional and much more intimate. Though, intimate would be short in words based on the past hour you’d just spent together.

“Can I be honest?” He broke the simple silence, speaking quietly into your skin. You hummed for him to continue. “The taxi ride back here cost way more than the hoodie.” A short chuckle left your lips at his admittance. “What’s so funny, beautiful?” Chan asked, pulling away from his hiding spot in your neck so you could see the pretty flush of his cheeks, post orgasm glow suiting him well.

“Your manager sure as hell isn’t letting you come back here, now.” He let out a laugh of his own, pulling you back into him and feeling his chest rumble.

“I won’t tell if you don’t. That is, as long as I haven’t overstayed my welcome.”

A/N: i’m finally done with midterms and have more time to write. to the person that requested this, i’m so sorry it took me so long! i also apologize i can’t find the ask for it, but i remember seeing enough of the description to write this!! pls forgive me :,)

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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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afadshd I SAID I WON'T SAY ANYTHING BUT. hmm. okay. this is gonna bug me i need to get it out. i think we as a fandom just. forget some things about the show. the thing is, canonically, dean doesn't have an "Asian woman fetish" because the show does not acknowledge it as a thing that even deserves such terminology. every male character on the show is into that porn mag (remember that teenager sam bodyswapped with? proof enough i think if this random kid also had a copy of it. oh also! old vintage bab at the bunker 😐). it's essentially the only porn mag that's explicitly shown on screen on the show. like. THAT'S the issue. the problem is that the show normalizes fetishizing Asians to the point where the only form of East-Asian rep until, i guess, Kevin (??????like???god?????) is like. bab. sgfshsjd IT'S INGRAINED IN THE SHOW THAT BADLY. LIKE. IT'S FUCKED UP. like. essentially. the show is saying that if you're into women, you're into bab. which. hmm okay. i mean I'm not as offended as i probably should be when i sometimes come across it in fic bc i am a tired old asian woman and i filter it out for my personal enjoyment of things. (which. again. tired old person. im careful enough, but i just need white people to know that I am one extremely hardened and tolerant person who puts herself out there for conversations like this all the time and therefore is USED to it to the point of being able to shake it off pretty easily. but like. this is not the norm and IT SHOULD. NOT. BE)

(also engagement with fanfic and traditional media is like different for me but ig that's a whole other conversation. im so much more forgiving w fanfic.)

anyway. this is me just trying to tell you that bab is not an essential part of Dean's sexuality. it's not a personal thing for him, being fetishistic about Asians. Bab is the show being like that. it's the camera. ghostfacers effect or whatever. In a world where eric kripke is not one seriously messed up insane man, it would probably just be some skinmag with like. idk. naked cowgirls or whatever ykwim? like please don't think you're veering from canon when you remove it from your work/discussions/whatever. you're not. you're just ignoring it like you're ignoring other stupid stuff that the narrative normalizes for you.

also. i am not trying to coddle any white people, but i need you to understand that doing a racism ≠ being a racist. like i think a lot of you are afraid of owning up to racisms because you think you'll be branded a racist (in this case, a gun touting redneck who says slurs ig), and like. you need to divorce yourself from that kind of thinking my dudes. we all live in a white supremacist world (me, too, even in India so far away) we are ALL going to do some racisms some times. it's okay to acknowledge that and learn from it. like we are pigs in mud, some will get on you etc., the best you can do is like. see what went wrong. self-examine. reroute thinking to greener pastures.

OKAY STUPID LONG POST BUT YEAH

#i won't say anything about 4lw tho because i think it's more nuanced than that in case of that particular fic and it's like. okay whatever #like i kinda see what the author waa going for and im like ehhh okay whatever.#the thing is. im not terribly attached to it bc it was very smutty for me so like yeah it was cute but it's not Thee Fic or whatever for me #so im like SORRY BUT I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER IS THAT AWFUL 😭😂#but because all this discussion came up. i wanna talk about the overarching problem. which is not one fic or one person or one anything #it's the construct of the show and it's how you as a creator of fan content engage w it etc #don't @ me too much about this im TIRED AND STUPID #tw racism #long post

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt. That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team.

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday”

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter”

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson.

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever.

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself.

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?”

I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form.

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?”

“Of course Agent Reid”

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before?

Y/N POV

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?”

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

“mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine”

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?”

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout”

“...sooo no cake?”

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned.

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss.

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salt-is-a-terrible-currency · 3 months

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Baking's a science

For my darling @brightlycoloredteacups. A very happy, very belated, New Year to you! ❤️❤️❤️

Tony Stark x f!reader

Warnings: fluffy, emotional

Who would’ve thought Tony Stark would enjoy baking? Not you, at least not at first. Though once you thought about it, you suppose it made sense. It’s a science, after all, and if there’s one thing aside from you that Anthony Edward Stark cares for, it’s science. Still, what greets you as you arrive in the kitchen after having bought more butter to sate this newfound interest of his manages to shock you. There’s flour everywhere: on the white lace curtains, on the sturdy wooden table gifted to you by Clint - he’d made three of them when he was bored during house arrest - and even on the tip of your husband’s nose. The aforementioned husband is currently bent over the kitchen table, studying one of the cookies under a microscope that he must’ve brought up from the basement while his dark hair sticks out in every which direction.

“Anthony?” you wonder out loud. Though you say only his name, what you’re really asking is ‘what the hell happened here?’.

He remains bent over the microscope, laser focused, though he replies without hesitation:

“There was a mishap with the blender, I’ll have Dum-E clean it up once we’re done here.” That’s one of the benefits of living with a bona fide tech genius; there’s few chores he hasn’t found a way to outsource to one of his creations, leaving more time for the two of you to just be with each other. Just years ago, walking into the kitchen and finding this level of mess probably would’ve caused you a minor heart attack. Now, you take it in stride because you know it’ll be taken care of by someone other than you.

“There’s fresh coffee in the pot if you need it.” He sticks his thumb out behind him, indicating the pot on the counter. You absolutely need it, having spent twenty minutes in line at the grocery store while the girl working the cash register tried to figure out why it was malfunctioning. To top it all off, the lady in front of you then decided that the best way of handling her frustration was to yell at the poor girl. You’ve had your fair share of customers like that, before you got out. When it was your turn to pay, you told the cashier to keep the change and wished her a good day. You set the butter on the counter, knowing that It’ll need about half an hour to reach room temperature before you and Tony can move on to the next recipe in grandma’s book. The coffee’s still warm as you pour yourself a cup and take a seat to wait for him to be done with the microscope, and for the butter to soften. You’re about two thirds done with the cup when he stands up abruptly, setting his hands on his hips.

“If you let me tweak the recipe, we could optimize this whole-”

“It’s not about optimizing, Anthony,” you interrupt, “it’s about family traditions, remembering where we came from, spending time together.” Tony’s face scrunches together. You can tell he wants to retort, that he wants to break out his businessman persona - the one that he was raised to have since before he could talk. But, just as abruptly as he stood up, he deflates.

“You’re right. And I’m sorry. About this-” he gestures to the flour covered kitchen, “-and, well, about this.” He gestures to himself. Indicating more than just the flour dusting the tip of his nose. You shake your head, stepping forward and putting your hands at either side of his face.

“That’s alright.” Running one hand along his hair, you chuckle a little to yourself as the attempt to smooth it out only leaves it looking even more disheveled. “I know you get excited when you get to be a nerd.”

“Pretty sure that’s why you married me,” he says casually. “You just can’t resist the nerd, no woman can.” The very first thing he nerded out about with you was the development of photography. It was preceded by you taking a picture, having set up the timer on your camera to capture a memory of the picnic he’d invited you to less than 48 hours after you first met each other. That photo opened a dam, and it was well past 1 in the morning before you made your way back to the car and drove home. You brush the flour off of his nose before planting a kiss there, feeling his cheeks heat in immediate response, then retreat and nod to the microscope where the - now cut in half - cookie is still resting on the slide.

“Peanut butter or cinnamon?”

“Peanut butter,” Tony replies. “I was curious as to whether the distribution of peanut crumbs was affected by the oven settings.” Of course he was. You nod along as if that’s a perfectly ordinary thing to think about while baking.

“Leave the microscope for a bit,” you instruct and Tony’s features sharpen as he focuses on your words. “I’m going to read the next recipe to you, and I want you to follow the instructions. Whenever there’s an urge to tweak, you resist it.” You raise your hand and without, without so much as a femtosecond of hesitation, Tony answers the fist bump. His face cracks open with a boyish smile.

“You got it, boss.” He rounds the table, picking a clean bowl from the shelf, then whirls around to face you - body tense like he’s a sprinter waiting for the start gun to go off. You start off with measurements and Tony floats back and forth on the other side of the table as he brings out tablespoons and measuring cups, exacting out the correct amount of each ingredient in preparation. It seems as natural to him as the circuit boards he’s been building since he was four.

“Whisk together flour,” you instruct next, reading tita Javiera’s precise handwriting, “salt, lemon zest, ginger, baking powder, and baking soda. Set aside.” Tony goes to work immediately, adding each mentioned ingredient to the bowl. Is this what it was like for tita Javiera? you wonder. Her and tito Theo side by side in the kitchen, flour dusted on their clothes and the room filled with laughter and warmth as they moved around and with each other to test the recipes she’d gotten from magazines, friends, older relatives. Did Theo’s hair stick up just like Tony’s is doing right now? Your heart clenches in an unexpected way. Not unpleasant, but overwhelming.

“Now what?” Tony asks, his back turned to you as he washes a measuring cup. You swallow thickly. He turns to look at you, a smart comment written on his face but it dies out as soon as he sees you.

“Honey?” he asks, concerned. “What’s wrong?”. You wipe away the stray tear before it can make a run for it down your check,

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just happy,” you hiccup and wipe away another tear, “real happy that I get to do this with you.” He joins you, but just as you think he’s about to bring you in for a hug he instead pushes the bowl further away.

“Don’t cry over the bowl,” he chides, “the salt will throw off the balance in grandma Javiera’s recipe.” You swat at his arm but he dodges it, pulling you into the embrace you were waiting for as he laughs.

“Asshole,” you murmur into his neck, smelling strongly of nutmeg. He must’ve gotten some on his fingers earlier, then scratched absentmindedly at the collar of his shirt as he is wont to do.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “but I’m your asshole.”

#mcu fic #tony stark fic #tony stark x f!reader

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jinhyun · 2 years

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluffff, so much fluff honestly, college au, established relationship

word count: 2.1k

summary: you casually tell your boyfriend that no one has ever given you flowers before, so he takes it upon himself to change things around.

a/n: i think i got too caught up with this but i regret nothing bc i enjoyed writing it sooo much. this was requested and inspired by hyunjin and his flowers today, so we goin' soft. i hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts!!

Fridays were without a doubt your favourite day of the week.

Not because it was the beginning of the weekend, meaning you could sleep in and not have to head out towards college for two days straight —although it did definitely add to your joy over it—, but because it was date night with your boyfriend.

This tradition of yours had first began two months into your relationship, when the two of you had lost any remaining social life you ever had, given all the projects and exams you found yourselves juggling with. Nonetheless, both of you refused to let uni get in between you and your much appreciated 'alone time'.

Hyunjin had first come up with the idea, showing up at your door one Friday evening when you were studying, and just inviting himself in — placing the takeout bags on the table and managing to distract you just enough as the impromptu date he had planned took place instead.

The next Friday it was you the one showing up at his door, just like he had done a week before, bringing his favourite food and convincing him to cuddle you on the couch and watch a new show with you.

After that, date nights on a Friday night were just a given. Even when both your schedules were cleared up and you got to see each other pretty much every single day. You had even leveled it up by going out instead — movie theater, restaurants, cafes, walks, picnics, anything that would grant the two of you some alone, quality time.

Last week, it was a walk during the sunset. You had walked hand in hand alongside the Han River, simply talking about anything that came to mind as you admired the sky's reflection in the water.

You remembered how particularly cute the flowers looked that day. Maybe it had to do with the fact that it was spring, or maybe you were just so in love with Hyunjin that everything surrounding you when you were with him seemed to be a thousand times better. Nevertheless, you found yourself letting go of your boyfriend's hand, missing the way he had pouted at the contact loss as you ran towards a bunch of lilacs near the river.

"Take a picture of me!" you exclaimed.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement as he dug his hand in his pocket. You smiled as soon as you got a glimpse of his phone, later striking a pose when his camera was pointing in your direction.

"You look so pretty" he gushed, leaning back as he looked for a better angle.

"Don't make me shy now," you shyly complained, earning a cute giggle from him. "Did you take it?"

"I'm having a bit of trouble with it…" his eyebrows furrowed.

"What? Why?" you mirrored his expression, going up to him and taking the phone in your hands so you could go through the pictures he had taken. "I love them, though".

"But I can't see you" he pouted.

"What are you talking about, I'm right there!" you pointed to yourself in the middle of the picture.

Looking up when he said nothing, you caught him smirking for a second there, before he turned completely serious and stared back to the picture.

Oh God, you knew what was coming.

"What do you mean? All I see are flowers," Hyunjin stated, acting confused as ever. "Although this one right here is the most beautiful of them all, I must admit".

Feeling your face burn after he said those words with his full chest while pointing at you, you shoved him off with your shoulder, getting a loud laugh from him before he threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him.

"You're so cheesy" you whined.

"You love it" he teased, planting a small kiss on your temple before he shoved his phone back into his pocket so you could resume your walk. "Ah, I can't believe the universe gave me the prettiest flower all to myself".

You couldn't help but giggle at that. "At least one of us was given a flower sometime in their lifetime".

"You haven't?" he looked genuinely shocked.

"Nope," you shook your head, later allowing a smile to curve up your lips. "Although you're so handsome I could also say the universe gave me a flower".

"Yah, don't take credit for my pickup line now" his eyes squinted at you.

"Wasn't taking credit, just using it" you pressed a kiss to his jaw.

You hadn't thought much of it back then. It had just been a casual comment you thought he would forget five minutes later. Just like you did.

A dreamful smile adorned your mouth as you put your things back in your bag. The last class of the day had just been dismissed and you could not wait to rush over to Hyunjin's place for the movie night you had planned — the two of you were feeling like just staying cuddled up in his cozy bed that night.

The mere reminiscence of last week's date and how you were having another one today made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You really could not wait to spend the rest of the day with him again.

And you didn't have to, for the moment you made it out of the classroom, you spotted your boyfriend waiting for you only a few meters away. He was sitting on a bench by the water fountain, hands resting on his lap whilst holding his phone, as he no longer paid attention to it but looked around for you instead as he watched everyone walk away.

It was funny how he was struggling to find you in between your classmates, when you had found him in a heartbeat.

It only took him a couple more seconds to find you, standing up in a heartbeat when he finally locked eyes with you.

His eyes turning into two crescent moons and a shy smile parting his lips, plus the way he slightly lowered his head when he was about to reach your side, were enough to distract you from the way both his arms remained hidden behind his back.

"Hey," you cooed, pressing a smiley peck to his mouth. "Didn't your last class end like two hours ago?"

"Just wanted to wait for you" he murmured, leaning in to steal another kiss — a proper one this time.

Good thing everyone had seemed to abandon the hallway by then.

Only when he failed to place a hand either on your cheek or your neck like he did whenever he kissed you for longer than five seconds, you realised his hands were too busy holding something behind his back.

"What have you got in there?" you asked with a raised, curious eyebrow.

"You'll have to find out" he smiled.

"I would if you just showed me" you tried to reach behind his back, only for him to take a step back like his life depended on it.

"Nope, we're doing this my way" he announced. "Choose a hand".

You stared at him like he was crazy, which only earned a loud whine from him.

"Babyyy~"

"Any hand?" you wondered.

"Mhm…"

"Okay…" you hesitated for a moment, finally reaching out to tap his left wrist. "This one".

Hyunjin smiled mischievously, humming a suspense song as he removed his left hand from his back and watched you expectantly stare at his fist while it faced down.

Only for it to later reveal an empty palm.

"Wrong hand, baby. Sorry".

"Yah!" you called him out. "You're such a tease, oh my God".

Your boyfriend laughed loudly, throwing his head back and letting you know just how much he was enjoying your current suffering.

"I get nothing then?" you pouted.

Hyunjin pulled you towards him by your wrist. "You get a comfort kiss".

"Aw, but I already get to kiss you every time I want" you lamented.

"Hey, don't you dare take my kisses for granted now" his overly offended remark got a giggle out of you.

Not saying anything else, it was you the one to pull him into a kiss this time.

The touch of your mouth against his was all he needed to forget about his previous dramatic antics, and the smile that curved up the corners of his plump lips as he kissed you back were all you needed to forget about the surprise altogether.

He wouldn't let you forget, though — pressing his mouth to yours a couple more times, enjoying every single second, before he finally pulled his right hand from behind his back.

Your eyes opened once you felt something tickle your neck, dumbfoundedly taking in where that itchy feel came from before they fixed on the bouquet of flowers he was now holding against your chest.

"Oh my—Hyunie…" you murmured, holding it in your hands. "They're beautiful".

"You like them?" he nervously asked.

"I love them!" you clarified, not being able to take your eyes away from them.

They were a mixture of pink, orange and yellow. There was also a purple one, and a bunch of smaller white ones. You could only tell there was a rose and a tulip, not really knowing the names of the rest, yet even then you couldn't be any more in love with how brightly and beautifully it all came together.

Looking up at him with what he was sure was one of the most adoring looks you had ever given him, you puckered your up lips for him to press a kiss to them. Hyunjin didn't have to think twice before he was leaning down enough for his mouth to press softly on yours.

You didn't know what had prompted this, but having him giving you flowers meant the world to you. So you let him know by resting your face on his chest and wrapping one of your arms around him.

"Wait, so you were carrying them around campus all this time?"

"Yeah…" he scratched the back of his neck. "People were staring at me like I was a hopeless romantic".

"And aren't you?" you teased him.

Hyunjin mimicked your words, tauntingly sticking his tongue out before you hushed him by placing your lips on his.

"You're the best," you whispered, kissing him once more. "Thank you".

He smiled, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb. "It was totally worth it".

You chuckled at his proud statement, taking one step forward so you could start walking to the bus stop, yet being stopped by his hand motioning to the backpack on your shoulder. Letting it slide down your arm and into his hand, you waited for him to place it over his shoulder before you wrapped your arms around his bicep — careful enough not to hurt your flowers as the two of you made your way to wait for the bus.

"What's the special occasion, though?"

"Do I need a special occasion to spoil my baby?"

"No…" you admitted. "But they are usually gifted during special moments, and we're just staying home tonight".

"It's a date even if we stay in stuffing our mouths and watching whatever movie we find" he chuckled. "I just wanted to spoil you. You said the other day that you had never been given flowers and I wanted to do that for you…"

You pouted, feeling your heart flutter at that. "I love you".

"I love you more" Hyunjin beamed. "Well, that and I also wanted to be the first one to ever give you flowers".

His shy yet somehow still confident confession earned a throaty laugh from you. "Trying to have some kind of claim on me, Hwang Hyunjin?"

"Mm…" he freed his arm from your hold and held you closer by your waist instead. "Maybe…"

"I'll let it slide because you're cute" you nodded. "And I wanna be the first one to give you flowers too now, so you just wait".

"The universe was the first one to give me flowers. Well, a flower. And it was you" he playfully pinched your side. "We already went through this last week, baby".

"What can I give you for the first time then?"

"A kiss would suffice" he hummed.

You let out a breathy laugh. "I think it's a bit late for that, baby".

"Okay, then…" his eyes looked up for a moment as he tried to come up with something. "I have never been given a kiss that lasted more than five minutes".

"Pretty sure we have done that, too".

"Longer than ten then".

You threw your head back, allowing a throaty laugh to escape your mouth before you once more stopped walking.

Cupping his face, you placed a loving kiss on the tip of his nose. "Just say you want to make out with me and go".

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 1 year

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Tu maan meri jaan; a string of headcanons

A/n; I wanna thank @birdy-bat-writes for this amazing string of head canons, you are truly an inspiration to us all. This little thing is dedicated to all my brown girls and desi’s who long for the representation on any platform. I want you to know that just because there is no opportunity available, doesn’t mean you can’t make an opportunity for yourself. I hope you like this as much as I do <333

Jake seresin x desi!reader (feat. The dagger squad + Maverick)

I completely melt at the thought of Jake getting married to a South Asian bride and they make the wedding half Western and half South Asian.

Like on the reception he just whispers “meri jaan” My life or something in your ear as the Pandit officiates it.

All the little kids calling him the versions names for “uncle” and you feeling so proud and holding them all close to you, he looks at you so softly, getting the kids to leave the stage as they scurry off after hugging both of you.

Jake on a horse, riding his way to your house with the Baraat.

When you first started dating, he didn’t understand the things you whispered to him in your language.

Him seeing you in the wedding lehenga for the first time and just forgetting how to speak

He makes it his mission to learn a little bit of your language without telling you. So when you speak to your family or friends and it’s mostly them teasing you two, he knows but doesn’t mention it until later.

You are not expecting to be as speechless as you are when you see him in his wedding outfit. He doesnt stop teasing the hell out of you about it the entire night.

Dirty blond hair glistening in the harsh light coming from the camera man and seeing the rest of the squad in traditional clothes is the cherry on top.

He had his hands in the air as the dhol and drums echo loudly, mimicking some of the moves your father or brother may have taught him.

And then at the reception, you decide to change into a white dress. But he doesn’t know. So when he sees you he’s breathless all over again.

He gets down on one knee as he approaches the stage where you stand, a ring in hand, maybe saying a few sentences in your language that has you crying

“Main aur kisi ke bare main kaise soch sakta hoon jab meri duniya mere samne hai?”How can I think about someone else when my whole world is in front of me?

Maybe he sings a song or two; a song from your favorite bollywood movie, something he spent months practicing and getting the emotions right so he doesnt end up crying halfway. The lyrics are dedicated to you, Ofcourse. And as he brings you onto the dance floor you notice the mic in his hand shaking. But you slowly wrap your hands around his and sing the song with him as it closes out.

It’s no secret that Jake loves to dance and his whole family really enjoys dancing at the wedding.

They drag him onto the stage and what people don’t know is that he has been practicing his moves.

If a lot of Punjabi families are there, then we know we got the booze flowing and as soon as the songs come on he is going at it.

You are laughing and giggling in your chair as you watch him do bhangra or any other type of dance that he has up his sleeve.

You’re just like “….where did you learn to dance like that?”

“When did you find the time to learn this?” “well, i am a Seresin, darlin’”

The wedding vows go like this:

“The things I do for you my love, but today, I wanna dedicate this day, not to us; but to you. Because my heart has been so full of you that I simply cannot call it mine anymore. My soul has been bewitched and my mind has been taken over by every thought of you. I am a mere reflection- a shadow of you. There was a quote in this movie we watched on our third date: om shanti om (apologies for the pronunciation); you said it was your favorite movie growing up and you cried when shah rukh khan said; "Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai.” (I have tried so hard to get you, that the entire universe has brought you to me.) So today as our families gather around us to witness this beautiful moment, I want to say to you; mujhse shaadi karogi?” (Will you marry me)

To which you just laugh and say “we’re already married dumbass” while tugging him up to kiss him and whisper a thousand yes’.

The Mehendi and Haldi rasam has you thinking he looks absolutely adorable

The yellow pastes make his skin glow and while everyone is admiring him all the young girls and aunties eyes are on him, he is just admiring you from the corner of the room as you get the haldi all over you.

You don't notice his eyes on you through the thin curtain until your mother whispers to you: “Everybody’s watching him but he’s only been looking at you”

He loves the way your hair shines in the light.

If there is haldi left after the ceremony you and Jake just attack Mav and the squad with it.

The aunties probably have something to say about how he’s just completely all over you, but you two don’t even care. You’re already too far gone into the bliss of your wedding preparations and traditions that nothing seems to affect your mood.

He’d probably really enjoy the fact that your wedding outfits reveal the midriff if you wear a lehenga. For each function that you wear one or even a sari, he probably really likes being able to feel your skin on his when he puts his arm around your waist.

Maybe if you decide to have a destination wedding in the house you rented, he shows up late at night at your door in a beige or black kurta that your mum made him wear, a few buttons undone from the top, hair a little messy

He was up with your male family members playing antakshari.

If it’s in India, he takes you to a late night drive to eat ice cream.

You introduce him to paan and chai.

You threaten him that if he ever calls chai, chai tea, you will divorce him. He swore he would never mispronounce a single thing again.

When you get back it’s dark and late enough that no one else is awake, he quietly slips into your room as you both try to take in the last few days, barely having a moment to yourselves, as he just stays there and holds you until you drift off to sleep and when you do, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before slipping back into his room.

Then when it comes to him trying to find his name in your hands, it takes him time but he finds it hiding in the side of your pinky, because when you are nervous you hold onto each other’s pinky’s in a crowded room. It was a small thing you guys used to do before you had started dating.

If you've hidden his call sign as well, he finds it immediately but takes his name pretending like he didn’t see it just to play with your hands longer.

Yours is hidden in a kaleidoscope of stars and things he’s got on his palms and wrists, it’s in a moon shaped piece that has another thing written under it “mera chaand”

Phoenix shows up in the most stunning outfits and turns out she has dressed up every single one of the dagger boys.

It came as a surprise to you when she helped you with your jewelry, having known about many uncommon things about the certain things you were putting on.

She manages to take the boys away from you as you are getting ready for your main ceremony.

You both keep a Polaroid of the two of you getting ready, hair and makeup done, mehendi pristine, bangles on, jewelry pretty much all on and your outfits are on the hangers. Standing with arms around each other in tank tops and shorts and it’s the funniest sight. It's a memory you’ll cherish forever with your best friend.

Dude can you just imagine Javy, Rooster, Mickey and Reuben all lifting the kids at the wedding in the air and pretending like they’re flying fighter jets.The kids are just like “I love Reuben uncle!” And “Jake maamaji is my favorite”.

Phoenix teaches the girls how to fight, defend themselves and kick the boys in the balls.

They manage to experiment their kicks on the squad and even though the girls don’t hurt them enough, they pretend to topple over in faux pain until Phoenix hits Rooster in the balls and he actually does double over in pain as everyone around him just laughs it off. He tries to smile through the pain for the sake of the kids but Phoenix knows that she hurt him where it hurts. All the kids think it’s hilarious because they think it’s fake and Rooster is just trying to smile through the pain.

After the wedding ceremony everyone’s making jokes about how y’all are probably going to get it on but you’re both so tired that you just fall asleep.

Not to mention the fact that he will help you take off your jewelry.

He counts the huge amount of bobby pins in your hair, the pile is bigger than your head.

His eyes are wide by the time he is done taking out the last one.

“Do you have anything else hiding in your skull somewhere? How did your head not fall?”

“Yeah now you wonder why I’m so tired, I’m carrying twice my heads normal weight”

He’s just shocked but damn he is proud of you and probably does a hands down thing after you pile up your outfit, heels and everything and make him pick it up.

He groans at the weight of it because it is just so heavy.

“Babe, how were you walking in this? Are you goddamn bodybuilder?”

“Damn, Jake, I thought you navy officers were strong. Cant even carry a dress??” Him glaring at you playfully.

“I am Mrs. Seresin now, aren’t I? So that automatically makes me strong, like your mom.”

Him melting at that…

He will not stop referring to you as Mrs. Seresin for ages.

You both lay down and just take in the past few days.

He says “goodnight Mrs seresin”. You both just let yourselves fall asleep in like oversized shirts and underwear because you’re too tired to find anything else. Wedding clothes left on the floor.

Maybe you end up getting shared last names, and you correct him that “it's Seresin-L/n”

The next day you choose to have that little western wedding party reception.

And he didn’t know what you were going to wear so when he sees you in a white wedding dress he loses his mind.

Maybe it's Vivienne Westwood (rest in peace queen), bonus points if it’s his moms dress.

Mrs Sersin loves you, and seeing you make her son so happy, just fulfills her life mission.

You look angelic in it

and then midway you might change into a more traditional one

You remember when he had teased you about how when he gets married he’d take the Garter off with his teeth like some people do and I feel like even if he didn’t, he’d tickle up your leg a little as he took it off with his hands.

He lets his hands roam around a little longer than needed, definitely announcing that he can’t feel it until he disappears under your dress. He has is in his mouth as he reappears from under your dress, secretly giving it a sniff before tugging it into his pocket.

You get so flustered because your mother and his parents were there too.

Your father would be so mad, as most asian dads would be in this situation.

Jake's mom might spontaneously combust; “Doesn’t this boy feel embarrassed?”

and the aunties will go feral. You don’t even care though because you’re way too in love with the man in front of you.

You cut cake and toss the bouquet

Rooster just cuts through- like the diva he is and catches it.

Maybe giving it to your sister that he’s been eyeing…

And everyone just tells stories from them about how you made naval aviators fall in love with the brown women in your family.

Like it all started there for everyone.

You and Jake take total credit for all the matches that were made.

Even phoenix, she saw your distant cousin that she got along with when your wedding ceremonies started and as she gets to know her; you stumble upon them on the rooftop on a late night, wrapped up in each others arms, a blanket around the two of them

Bonus points if you and Jake caught them there together and you all agree to just never mention it because you two weren’t supposed to be there either.

You didn’t even know the girl swinged that way but seeing Phoenix follow her around like a puppy dog has you feeling good about your best friend.

The food, omg, okay. So in your 5 year long relationship, you have never seen him enjoy pani puri as much as you do at your own wedding. He happily ate them whenever you went out to eat at an indian restaurant or made him eat Lamb Karahi (for my pakistani girls out there), he ate it with a smile on his face, yet all he can feel is his mouth gong numb at the spices.

But now, he is just gobbling them down. The shocking part? He’s eating them with the spicy water

You’re shocked because he can handle more spice than you, somehow.

He manages to not throw up later that night, because he usually used to get an upset stomach during your last trip to South Asia.

When you mention it he’s like “baby you know I like it spicy”

Every daal or butter chicken or biryani that is brought to the table doesn't last for more than 5 minutes on the table, mostly eaten by him.

When you taste the things yourself, the spice is there but he hasn’t picked up his glass of water to take a single sip.

When you look at him, He just shrugs and says “I’m hungry” while you’re already reaching for water now and again

Rooster and Javy are borderline crying, and you keep giving them dahi.

The moans Jake is letting out just be eating the daal and roti has you choking on your food.

Even Phoenix can handle her spice but Jake is surpassing that level and your mom is impressed to say the least.

Rooster’s in awe, watching hangman eat straight spicy biryani

Oh Rooster,

Imagine Rooster giving the bouquet to your sister though, like that man has been following her around the entire the wedding ceremonies, it makes you think of the classic tropes in Bollywood movies.

Then one night, you’re looking for your earring which you’re convinced you sister took, you walk into her room and he’s just there, minding his own business, chilling on his phone and he just jumps seeing you walk in trying to explain that they haven't done anything besides hang out while leaving room for jesus. Its the funniest sight as your sister suppresses her giggles.

He is doing this one performance with her, where she throws the flower at his ass as part of the act.

Even Jake doesn’t realize that Rooster is involved with your sister until he sees her slingshot the flower and wink at Rooster, which has him blushing- hard.

You’re grinning from ear to ear because you know and Jake just turns to you and is like “are you seeing what I’m seeing?” And you’re just sitting there, smirking.

Jake is a softie and if you’re Punjabi, you have to wear a red set of bangles after the wedding as a sign of being a newlywed woman.

According to tradition you need to keep it on until you have kids or like at least for a year.

It’s not even a year after your marriage that jake comes home to find your wrists empty of the beloved bangle set he’s so used to. Oh.

He knows what it means, your mother had filled him in on this Rasam as well when he was told he wasn't allowed to see you until the day of your wedding.

The empty wrists has him staring, and he’s dying to ask whether you took it off because of discomfort or that there is bigger news behind it.

After an hour of pondering he gives up his patience and asks you.

“Jaan? Where’s the Chura?” “Oh, I was waiting until later to tell you this but…”

You drag him to the nearest seat, sitting him down as you sit opposite, burying your hands into your cardigan pocket and around the plastic stick that felt a little too heavy now that you were face to face with him.

This is what you had been trying for, it's good news. The warmth in his eyes encourages you to let it be, that this was the right time.

you place the pregnancy test in front of him, he picks it up to inspect as his face lights up with joy that you had only seen the day you got married. In a flurry, he just picks you up and spins you around. You're screeching for him to put you down but he refuses, burying his face into your stomach as you laugh.

When he does put you down, he makes you sit on the couch with him as he bends down to your stomach; “Hey there champ, you gonna give your ma trouble for the next few months huh? ”

Your pregnancy was hectic to say the least. A few weeks after you announced it, Jake was deployed, thankfully he got home just in time to help you through the last five months of it.

Your cravings consisted of kheer and achar mixtures and a bunch of other weird foods that you forced him to make.

As tradition asks, he took you to your parents’ house as you approached the end of your pregnancy. You ate every single dish your mum presented you with.

The delivery was tough as most are, he was there to support you through it.

You're pretty sure you cussed him out in your mother tongue multiple times.

Just like that your beautiful daughter was born.

She is absolutely beautiful and all Jake wants to do is protect the two of you from the world, his two best girls.

A few months into parenting has the two of you exhausted to say the least. Your parents come over all the time, you siblings try and teach the infant words that you’re pretty sure she cannot pronounce at this age.

But before she turns a year old, you mimic the sounds of your mother to try and teach her to say “Maa”

To which Jake tries to teach her to say “papa/baba”, that has your heart melting when you stumble upon the two of them eating and him repeating “baba” to her.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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Can you do a quick imagine of Austin & y/n go out in public to like an amusement park or something like that!

be my guest

summary: you and austin go to disneyland because sometimes austin is secretly five and wants to take his significant other to the park. rating: g, i think? word count: 847 warnings: none? fluff? there is literally nothing to warn about. author's note: so i'm sorry this took so long anon, i for some reason had such a hard time with it ( as evidenced by the word count ) and i couldn't tell you why? i hope you like it anyway?

it starts as all things do with austin for the question. a simple question mind you, not anything particularly complicated or something that might be hard to answer. no just a simple question.

"have you ever been to disneyland?" austin asks completely out of the blue while leaning against your shoulder as the two of you sit on the couch.

you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "no? why- what brought the question on. aus?"

if it was his birthday or your birthday you'd understand but both of your birthdays are months away so why would he even be thinking of something like that. something that puts both of you out in the open like that, potentially exposed to paparazzi that can ruin your life.

his eyes light up with enough mischief that you're pretty sure means he has some sort of a plan already lined up that you have absolutely no clue about. it should worry you but all it does is send a bit of a thrill of delight through you.

"have you thought about going?" his face breaks out into the smallest of grins almost as if he's going to spring something on you.

"i mean, who hasn't. what are you up to?" your eyes narrow as you pull away.

"do you want to go today?" he asks standing as if he's asking you what the weather is today or if you want coffee later on today. you shake your head, not to decline the invitation just to marvel at your boyfriend being so calm and normal about this.

"with no planning ahead. i mean can we even get in? it's the middle of morning, austin- where is this-" your voice is getting more confused the more you talk but austin is still grinning.

"i buy a season pass every year even if i'm not in the country. it's- tradition." he pauses and his face falls. "mom used to. but i want to go, i want to take you especially if you haven't ever gone."

at the mention of his mom you frown. you should have known it was for some sentimental reason that he was asking you, that he wanted to go but he didn't want to go by himself when he has you. he's still looking expectantly at you so you shrug. "alright, come on, let me get on clothes and we'll go."

the actual getting to the park wasn't nearly as hectic as it was inside the park. there were so many people that you felt well you felt a little overwhelmed even with austin's arm wrapped around you showing you the rides and showing you around like he was an old pro when it came to the park- which you guessed he was. fans kept coming up every so often and austin being austin obliged in pictures while you stood behind the camera, smiling because as intrusive as the fans were you could tell he felt touched every time they gushed about his work in elvis or in once upon a time in hollywood or hilariously the one person who gushed about the carrie diaries and the shannara chronicles.

still, he was with you at the park and he'd like to actually enjoy it which is why you see him murmuring to one of the fans before she nods and they both run off as austin slides up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. "so i was thinking, we go in that shop over there, i buy you some sort stuffed animal your choice and then we ride a bunch of rides. have some dinner and we watch the fireworks? sound like a plan?"

"what about your adoring fans?" you hum, swaying side to side in his arms just slightly with a smile. "they'll want a piece of you too."

he purses his lips like he's in thought before shrugging. "i say hi but tell them i'm with the person who makes me the happiest man on earth at the happiest place on earth so i'll have to cut things a little short with them. still give them a pic maybe."

you pause and pout playfully before you nod your head. "i do think i can agree to those terms, mr. butler. but only if i get you and the monorail all to myself."

the laugh he lets out before he gives you a kiss makes you envision him as your own personal disney prince and you feel warmth that's not just due to the heat spread throughout your body and into your soul. "deal. now come on, this is my favorite shop, they've got an animal i know you're gonna like. and then we can do lunch because i've heard your stomach growling for like ten minutes." he says before running off to the store.

it takes you a moment to realize what he says but the second you do you're chasing after him.

"it has not!"

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fluff #i am unsure about this one. it's not my best work and i know it's not.#quick imagine is actually a quick read for once.#but trust me if it stayed in my drafts much longer i was literally never gonna finish it.#ally writes

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fandomsnstuff · 6 months

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I was thinking about my youtube au and blupjeans at work today so :3c @taznovembercelebration

Day 13: hide/tradition

"“The Birdhouse” is a colloquial name for a group of seven YouTube personalities who, after years of friendship, decided to move into a large house together. While all their channels are independent of each other, they often cameo or guest in videos and livestreams."

- via The Birdhouse wiki

Read it on AO3

“Every year we've had to add a new rule, so I'm going to go over them one more time,” Lucretia says to the six of them. They're standing in the kitchen of the house they rented for the weekend, and everybody has their own small cameras on hand. “The rules for The Birdhouse's fifth annual hide and seek game. One, no bodily harm to yourself by consequence of your hiding space.” She looks pointedly at Magnus, who somehow managed to squeeze himself into a cupboard year one and ended up needing to see a chiropractor for six months. “Two, no giving yourself away by jumping out of your hiding spot to startle the seeker,” she looks at Magnus again, who jumpscared Merle so bad in year two, he broke a lamp. “Three, during the hiding phase, the seeker must be blindfolded, wearing noise canceling headphones, and be sitting facing a corner of the group's choosing. No peeking.”

“It was a good strategy!” Taako defends.

“Four,” Lucretia continues, “you must hide on the property and stay on the property until you're found or the game ends.” She looks to Davenport this time, who just got in the van and drove away until they texted him telling him he won last year. “And, as always, the winner of this year's game will gain free food and drink for the rest of the weekend, bragging rights for one full year, and the obligation to be next year's seeker. Understood?” Everyone makes some sort of agreeing sound, so she snaps her notebook shut. “Great. Dav, you know where to go.”

He salutes, and takes his blindfold and headphones to a corner of the living room. Once he's situated, Lucretia says, “alright everyone, five minutes on the clock.” She starts a timer on someone's phone that'll go off in Davenport's headphones when it's up. “Go!”

Everyone scatters, heading for spots they scouted out in the two days since they've arrived. Barry beelines for Magnus's room. The shelving at the back of his walk-in closet isn't flush against the wall. For some god forsaken reason, there's at least three feet of space behind it. When he found it scoping out the rooms upon arrival, it was initially storing a spare mattress and some sheets. He pulled the mattress out and leaned it up against the back wall of the closet. It blocked the entrance to the hidey hole, and just standing in the door of the closet, nothing looks out of the ordinary, it's just as if a landlord needed to store a mattress.

And he knows Davenport didn't get up to the second floor until after Barry moved it.

He also fucked up the nicely folded sheets. That way, he can cover himself with them, and even if Davenport found the spot ahead of time, the lump of sheets was already there.

He's just maneuvering his way into the space when the closet door opens.

He freezes, but it's just Magnus, who whisper-shouts, “I was gonna hide there!”

“I got here first,” Barry whisper-shouts back.

“It's my room!”

“Exactly! I'm not going to hide in my own room, that's too obvious. I would've had too much time to plan a spot, since I sleep there.”

“Oh shit, that's smart.” He looks over his shoulder, then back at Barry. “See ya!”

He shakes his head and squeezes past the mattress. He goes straight to the back of the little space, in the corner of the closet. He picks up the pile of sheets, sits himself down with his knees drawn to his chest, and covers himself with the sheets, attempting to make himself look as pile-like as possible.

“Okay,” he whispers to the camera, “I think we're in a pretty good spot, and we've still got,” he checks his watch, “three minutes until Dav's on the move.” He shifts a little. “I might be a little stiff after, but I'm confident. This might be our year.”

“Barry?” Lup's voice comes from outside the sheets. He reveals his head, and she's standing at the open end of the space. She glances over her shoulder, then back. “You got room in there for one more? My top spots got fucking stolen, and time's ticking down.”

“Uh, maybe? You can absolutely try.” He could never say no to her. This was his only planned spot and he's fully ready to start from scratch for her if he has to, he'll just edit out the part about it being his year.

She comes in further and holds out her camera. “Hold this.” He takes it, and she starts pulling away the sheets until he's been excavated from the pile. “Extend your legs a bit.” He complies, and she sits down between them and covers the two of them with the sheets. She leans back against his chest and takes her camera, holding it out slightly to get both of them in the shot. “There, perfectly hidden.” She cranes her neck to look at him. “I'm proud of you, Bear. You actually found a good spot this year.”

His free arm wraps around her waist, the other still propped up with the camera. “My spots aren't that bad.”

“And yet you've never been seeker.”

“I was only found first in year one, and that's only because I didn't have any time to look around before the game started.”

“Still,” she taps his nose, “they haven't been winners.” He just laughs and shakes his head. “But hey, you found one of my top spots, so maybe we'll both win this year. There's no rule about two people in one spot yet. Maybe there'll be Blupjeans double seekers next year.”

He laughs softly. “Don't use the fucking ship name in the video, you'll just encourage them.”

She lowers the camera and slides her free hand over his arm to link their fingers together. “But they're not wrong.”

“No,” she kisses his jaw softly, and he turns his head down, brushing their noses together as he leans in, “but they don't know that yet.”

His eyes have shut, but he feels her smile. “Yet,” she murmurs just before he kisses her.

They've only officially been an item for about six months, but they've come to find out what the internet's seemed to know for years: they've been in love and de facto dating more or less since they met.

He sets his camera on the floor and cups her jaw, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. She sighs, and he draws her closer with the arm around her waist. He could kiss her forever. He could get carried away and do things he really shouldn't do to her with two rolling cameras around, even if he's the one who edits the footage.

They're drawn from it when they hear Davenport's voice echoing faintly through the silent house, “ready or not, here I come!”

“Focus up, Bluejeans,” Lup whispers, “we've got a game to win.”

“You're right,” he says, picking up his camera, “I think it's too soon for a sex tape anyway.”

He has to clamp his hand over Lup's mouth so her laugh doesn't give them away.

#taz fic #blupjeans #blupjeans fic #barry bluejeans #lup #i said it in the notes on ao3 but ill say it here too #there's definitely a dirty version of this where they get handsy in the closet #but im not gonna be the one that writes it #or if i DO #it'll live in shame in my notes app or smth id be way too sheepish and embarrassed to actually post it

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