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hargroves-angel · 5 years

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not sure i f you do these but nsfw alaphabet with billy?

NSFW Alphabet

Summary - NSFW alphabet

Warnings - Smut, Swearing

A/N - This one took a while to write and edit haha!

A = Aftercare (What they’re Like after sex)

After ruining you, Billy always makes sure your okay, he cleans you up with a washcloth, whispering about how well you did. He can be so soft when you’re alone, his reputation made him want to keep himself from being too soft with you when with friends. After soft sex he would massage your shoulders and lull you to sleep with his words.

B = Body Part (Their favourite of theirs and also their partner’s)

Billy loves his abs, he always works hard on them, he specifically loves it when you talk about them. He also loves his arms, he loves to hold you in his arms, once you got scared during a movie and the way you clinched onto his arm boosted his ego through the roof.

As for you he loves your boobs, he loves how they bounce when you ride him. His eyes are always on your cleavage when you wear a showy top, he likes grab them whilst spooning with you at night. He also adores your thighs, his favourite thing is to leave small hickies down them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Billy loves cumming on your stomach or boobs, watching it drip down your body lets you know who you belong to, who’s name you’ve been screaming that night, he goes crazy when you swallow after a blowjob, he thinks it’s so hot.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explainatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Well it’s no secret that he likes you calling him daddy and he’s a obvious dom but something Billy has always wanted to do was to take you raw, he’s always been a bit conscious of asking to do it as he also doesn’t want a baby yet, so once you’re both sure he will pound you raw and cum inside you, watching it drip down your thighs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Billy is very experienced, he knows exactly how to please a woman and when it comes to you he knows what things drive you crazy. If you’re not very experienced yourself he will be soft and slow and caring but if you’ve had your fair share yourself then he’d fuck you so hard, show you that he’s the best you’ll get.

F = Favourite Position

Billy is a kinky fucker, meaning every night he wants to try something new, from 69 to reverse cowgirl. His specific favourite is when you ride him, again he loves watching your boobs bounce. However when he’s in a soft mood he likes to keep it simple and go back to missionary, holding your hands whilst he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s very serious in the moment usually, making sure to not it but if you two are going at it in the car and you hit your head then he will let out a little chuckle now and then.

Hair = (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

Billy is very well groomed, he has a small patch of blond hair down there a little happy trail leading to it, he likes to keep something down there, a sign of manliness for him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

When he wants to be Billy can be really romantic, I’m talking flowers, kisses maybe a romantic dinner, which goes a bit wrong and Max ends up cycling to the mall to pick up some pizzas for the two of you. Bless him. He tries to gift you things, it’s simple stuff which he spends ages saving up for. It’s not much but a simple necklace is what he gets you for your birthday. As for sex he likes to light candles around your bed and waits for you to come home. He makes such soft love to you when he does these sorts of things, showing you that he loves you deeply. Kisses littering your body and face.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Billy is very horny like all the time and some times you’re not there to help him relieve that, so he usually grabs a Polaroid from his collection, it’s a POV shot of you riding his cock, his hands on your tits. That one is his favourite, gets him so hard and makes him cum so fast. There’s also a few of you in lacy lingerie, he uses those whilst teasing himself. Then goes for the nude shots when he’s ready to cum loads.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Loves it when you call him daddy or when you ask him to choke you. He definitely has an innocence kink, the way your sweet untouched body squirms under him. Your lack of experience making him want to pound you so hard. He likes tying you up occasionally, some times a blindfold getting involved, he likes to hear you whining for him to touch you. He also loves using pet names on you such as princess, angel, kitten it shows him that your all his and he doesn’t share.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His car is an obvious spot, him fucking you on the leather seat, you riding him after he’s had a stressful day. Your bodies heating up the glass as you make sweet love, another reason why he loves his car. Another favourite place has to be your bedroom, your bedroom being only a few doors away from your parents, allowing him to tease you and have you trying to stay quiet whilst he’s hitting your G-spot making you want to scream. Really anywhere in your house is perfect for him, on your dinning room table, your body layed our for him as he thrusts hard into you, on your kitchen counter, in the shower, even on the fluffy rug in front of your fireplace (but that place is reserved for birthdays).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you beg for him or tease him in public, it gets him so hard. He likes listening to your moans aswell. Sometimes when you whimper about how you want him to take you it gets him so riled up he stops what he’s doing and gets you in the back of his car ASAP. Whenever you wear skimpy lingerie around him or show any skin really he’s all over you. Also knowing that you have a formal event or family thing makes him leave marks all over you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wouldn’t have a threesome because he hates sharing you, you’re his and his only. However as for turn offs he would be against hitting you, he’d be into spanking but when it comes to actual pain against you he’s completely against it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Billy know exactly how to use his tongue and where to put his fingers, he knows what spots to hit and how to get you writhing in pleasure. He likes to hear your moans so he’s a giver, enjoys showing you a good time. However when he does recieve boy does he cherish it, your mouth is a godsend, your lips pressing light kisses along his shaft, kitten licking his tip before you shove him down your throat, sucking him off. It always leaves him breathless, but if you really want to make him cum loads all you have to do is stare up at him with your big doe eyes whilst you have his cock shoved down your throat and he’d bust right then and there, you being the good girl you were would swallow his cum making him even more happy.

P = Pace (How fast or slow are they in the moment)

Billy likes to go at it fast and rough. Leaving bruises on your hips, neck and thighs. Hickies littering your breasts, stomach and neck. He makes you cum easily every time. On the odd occasion such as your birthday he will not just fuck you but he will make love to you, leaving very little hickies, maybe only one or two, his hands are more gentle on your skin, making sure he doesn’t mark you too much. His breathing is more steady and he takes his time, the thrusts not being too quick but at the same time not too slow, allowing you two to just enjoy the moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

Billy loves quickies, he will do it in his car, on a desk, on a teachers desk (yes he’s done that before, no she doesn’t know that the reason why her laptop went missing is because you and billy broke it whilst he pounded into you a bit too hard causing the desk to shake), on your dinning room table anywhere. If he’s got a spare 5 minutes and he’s horny you better bet on him fucking you where your standing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He’s always down to experiment, weather it’s with positions, dirty talk, new kinks you name it he will always wanna give it a try first. He likes to take risks in public with you the most, you’ve fucked in the back of a drive in movie theatre before, during school hours. He’s even fucked you behind a bike shed outside the school, he’s a horny one.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last etc)

He won’t ever push you over your limit but he could easily do more than 3 rounds, his sex drive is very high. Him being down to pound every ten seconds of the day. You being his little hole to fuck whilst he gets those cravings. But saying that sometimes he is just satisfied with one round, especially when your in the lovey dovey mood. Always find after you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys, do they use them)

He doesn’t like using toys that much, he won’t ban them though, he knows that you have a dildo and has listened to you use it a few times, but he prefers using his own cock to satisfy you.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He’s one of the biggest teases. Always finding little ways to rile you up, make you beg for his cock. He does this by maybe slapping your ass, grabbing your ass, grabbing your boobs, grinding into you ‘by accident’, working out right in front of you without a shirt on, whispering dirty things in your ear. He is the biggest tease and it makes you so frustrated. But you do get your own back, occasionally you’ve bended over in front of him, your little skirt showing off your new lace blue panties. But when you tease him he gets very rough, puts you back in your place, your his little sub and he’s the one that makes you squirm not the other way around.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make)

Fairly vocal, especially when your giving him head. Overall he enjoys your noises the most so if your not being as loud as him he’ll be a lot quieter, if you’re not meant to be loud maybe because of where you’re doing the do then he will just grunt and groan, his voice gets very deep.

W = Wildcard

X = X-Ray (Look at what’s going on down there)

Boy is he quite hefty down there, he’s a nice girth and a decent length, being around 6-7 inches, which did intimidate you a little bit at first but now you can easily shove him down your throat.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Billy has a very high sex drive, which has also boosted your own, meaning whenever he’s horny so are you. He’s a constant tease though, needing to get his way with you.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

He always falls asleep after you, making sure you’re taken care of, even if you’ve had rough as shit sex, slow sensual sex, or you’ve just tried to fuck away the pain. He always falls asleep after you. You’re his princess, his girl and he wants to protect you with all his heart.

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caramelohaechan · 5 years

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Thumbs Up! ~ Yanan Imagine

i miss my little chinese baby :( sad uni hours :/ but I kinda went a lil ham with this one and it’s a lil long......ALSO i tried to edit to the best of my abilities...but if there’s mistakes....yikeS don’t come at me

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Pentagon

Warning(s): female!reader // yanan is a big meanie in this one :0 // none really I am kinda bad at fluff now so... bad fluff?? bluff??? lmao// it long (ALSO SILVER HAIRED YANAN IS SUPERIOR)

Fluffy white clouds filled the sky and the river beside you made the buzz of the city slightly less irritating as you lounged on a checkered picnic blanket. The air circling around you was fresh and the smell of flowers calmed you down. You heaved a breath and let it out slowly, squinting at the sky. Something touched your fingertips and you grinned and grabbed Yanan’s hand, looking over at his angelic face. He was smiling softly at you, his silver hair shining in the sun and his eyes scrunched against the light. You scooted closer to him and linked your fingers.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He said softly, his plush lips moving in such a manner that you had the urge to kiss him all day.

You felt your cheeks flush and looked back to the sky, embarrassed at his words. “Not as beautiful as you. I love you, yunno?”

Yanan smiled and reached out to move your chin and placed his soft lips against yours. You kissed back, loving the taste of him. There was an odd noise and the two of you pulled away reluctantly to look at the sky. Your eyes widened.

“What is that?”

Yanan opened his mouth in shock. The object was coming closer and closer, and you realized that it was a falling plane. You screamed a second too late.

BOOM!

You woke up to someone shaking you harshly, the sound of thunder loud in your ears.

“Y/N! It’s just like you to go and fall asleep on the job! Can’t you do anything right?” A frustrated Yanan sighs harshly as you raise your head from the table in front of you, wiping the drool from your face. You feel your cheeks flush in the slightest bit. You had fallen asleep while taking your break. It was only supposed to last ten minutes, but taking a glance at the clock you had realized it had been more like 20 since you closed your eyes.

BOOM. Another loud sound that makes you flinch.

You look out of the window and see that there’s a horrible storm brewing outside the cafe where you work, which is empty for the most part, and the sky is a horrible gray that makes Yanan’s hair look dark and menacing. A stark difference to what it was in the dream. The dream where Yanan’s hair had been shining and light and his lips had been pulled into a smile and not a scowl.

Back to reality.

What is the reality? It’s where you and Yanan were co-workers in a cafe in the middle of Seoul (one of the less popular ones, as it wasn’t 24 hours like all the others) and you hated each others guts. You had developed a crush over him the past year you’d been working, but he was too much of an asshole for you to ever believe that one of your dreams would come true. You liked to justify your feelings by reassuring yourself that you only liked him for his looks, but the way your heart pounded when he texted you for shift hours and other things, always proved otherwise. You had fallen for him, asshole-ness and all. That didn’t stop you from you still acting like you hated him, though. You were very good at being an asshole when you wanted to too.

You glared at him as he threw a balled up napkin at the back of your head to get your attention again. “Uh, earth to y/n? Someone’s gotta go bring the book cart in before the rain starts to fall, and since you fell asleep on the job, it seems fitting that you do it.”

You glanced at window where the cafe’s ‘free books’ cart was tipping in the wind, seconds from falling over. You sent him another glare, but still made your way to the door, holding it open for the customers that were rushing out and hoping to make it to the underground tube before the rain starts.

“I was on break, by the way, jackass!” You called to Yanan, smiling and bowing slightly at the gaping old woman who walked into the cafe as you walked out.

You grumbled as the wind pushed against you, making it hard to stay balanced on your feet. You could already smell the rain, and the hair on your arms stood up at the horrible claps of thunder. You picked up some fallen books and tried your best to push the heavy cart to the door while also making sure that the books didn’t fly away. It was harder than normal with the wind pushing it against you. Opening the door seemed almost impossible as you tried to keep the cart from tipping once more, and looking in for help proved helpless as Yanan only smirked and began to make the old woman’s drink. You grunted and dug your heels in the pavement, trying your best to stay stable and not let the wind push you and the cart away.

You were just about to give up and let the wind take you where it may when a helping and came out of nowhere, opening the door wide open for you. You gasped in relief and pushed the cart in, huffing when it was safely into a corner. You turned and were about to thank your savior when you came face to face with one of the most beautiful men. Ever.

You gasped slightly and felt your cheeks go red instantly. The door opened behind him as the old lady walked out with a iced coffee, seemingly not bothered by the dangerous sky. The wind tossed his hair into his eyes and he smiled a giant goofy smile. He was tall, had dark hair, and his skin looked like it was made from velvet.

You stuttered over your next words, “Oh -- thank y-you! I probably would’ve been out there for a-ages.”

He pushed the hair from his eyes and laughed, a sound that was very pleasing to your ears. “No problem! With those winds you would’ve found yourself taking an unexpected trip.”

You laughed, probably a little too hard, and felt your face begin to burn hotter. “Yeah, it looks it’s going to be one hell of a storm. Probably would’ve flown to America.”

He laughed again and this time you noticed the way that his eyes crinkled adorably. It was the kind of smile that almost seemed like it was out of a dream. You looked away, not really knowing how to react. You certainly hadn’t been in this type of situation for a while so you didn’t know what to do. You pushed some hair behind your ear in attempt to busy your fidgeting hands.

He opened his mouth, about to speak when the two of you were interrupted by the devils spawn himself. Yanan towered over you, only slightly taller than the beautiful stranger and glared at the two of you in turn. His icy eyes focused on you when he was done looking the man up and down.

“Y/N, the fresh batch of brownies are done. They’re your responsibility, remember?” Your co-worker said sourly, looking more irritated than when he had woken you from your accidental nap.

Your eyebrows shot up and you cursed. You turned to the handsome guy, sad that you probably wouldn’t even get to know his name. “Thank you for helping me.”

As you removed the brownies from the oven in the back you thought about the handsome man. He had a beauty mark on the middle of his Adam’s apple and some killer collarbones peeping from behind his coat. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this man was definitely something close to it. Maybe just pure attraction. You recalled the way his laugh sounded, so genuine and different, but still nice to listen to all the same.

You rolled your eyes when you convinced yourself he had only been helping you to be nice. He looked like that type of person, sweet and willing to help anyone, even your wimpy self. He probably had a girlfriend anyways. Guys like that never stayed single for long. What did you care anyway? He was a complete stranger!

You huffed and pouted at your overthinking brain.

You finished cutting the brownies into perfect little squares and placed them on a circular platform. You walked back to the front and felt your heart jump slightly when you saw that he was sitting at a table, a book in hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. You shook your head and placed the platform of brownies on the display case next to the counter, covering the still warm pastries with a glass cover.

You looked around for a second. “Hey, Yanan, have you seen the board?”

Yanan, who was looking extra broody as he brewed a young couple a frappe with two straws, glanced over at you. He peeked at the brownies for a second before rolling his eyes. “The pricing board is behind the espresso machine.”

You sighed, wondering what the hell his problem was. You found yourself purposely bumping his shoulder as you passed him to the machine. You grabbed the chalk board and wrote down the price for the brownies in loopy numbers. When you finished you walked around the counter and squinted a bit as you figured out where to place the sign.

You bit your lip a bit before placing it against the leg of the platform at an angle. You nodded your head. The couple thanked Yanan for their coffee and you sighed when he only grumbled in response. They looked a little offended. You smiled at them. “Thank you, come again! Oh, and be careful outside.”

They thanked you and left, as the rain hadn’t started yet.

Yanan walked around the counter and parked himself beside you to look at the display of brownies. Your body involuntarily shivered at the close proximity.. “Ugh, the white lace. It’s so bad. Why do we always have platforms with white lace? We’re not running a bridal cake shop. I just want normal displays.”

This was one of those times where you had to giggle at Yanan. You looked over and saw him cocking his head. Ugh, why did he have to be so cute? You quickly averted your eyes before he could notice. “I know, I hate it. It’s tacky. But it’s better than those ugly brown displays that Minhyuck liked before.”

Yanan laughed genuinely and agreed with you, remembering the dreadful dirt brown displays that the owner of the cafe used to force you guys to use before you convinced him to buy new ones. You looked at him for a second, appreciating the smile that he held on his face just then. It was almost like the sun was out, and he looked a lot more innocent. Cuter, if it was possible.

Then there was a crack of lightning and rain started to pour down heavily outside, causing you to squeak and get closer to him. He grinned down at you and was about to make a remark when--

“Those look delicious.” Someone said from the other side of you. You jumped and wrapped your arms around Yanan’s arm, already having forgotten that the handsome man was still in the cafe. Yanan’s smile turned back into a sour frown.

You laughed in a nervous manner, letting Yanan go. You felt the flush return to your cheeks and adjusted the hair behind your ear. The stranger smiled down at you, and suddenly you forgot about the other boy beside you, the one who was glaring at the stranger so harshly, if looks could kill, he’d be dead.

“Thank you,” You said in a soft voice, one that you had never used with Yanan. You felt like it was different... a way of flirting even? “It’s my special recipe. I love to bake. The owner knows I love to cook so every week I try something new. The brownies are popular so they make comebacks often.”

The beautiful stranger’s eyes never left yours as you spoke and you felt the breath leave your lungs. He smiled. “I guess I’ll have to see what the rage is about then, don’t I? I’ll take two.”

You took a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips. You turned to see if Yanan was hearing this so that he could ring the order up. To your surprise he was not, having disappeared behind the employees only door, which was still swinging. “I guess I’ll be ringing you up, then.”

“I’m Shinwon, by the way.” The stranger finally announces. “Ko Shinwon.”

You smile, happy that you now have a name to go with his face. His pretty face. “I’m Y/N. Can I ring anything else up for you on this obviously beautiful day?”

The moment the sentence left your lips lightning flashed in the sky and the sky grew darker, leaving the two of you in only the soft light of the lamps around the room. You flinched slightly, and Shinwon did too.

Shinwon looked at the door and moved his coat tighter around him. “I guess I won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He turned back to you, and his smile was bright enough that you didn’t even need the sun to still see his gorgeous face. “Order you and your coworker a drink. I’ll pay.”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “I really couldn’t ask you to do that-”

He shook his head. “I don’t feel obliged. I want to.”

You blushed, your eyes lingering on his for a bit before you did as he said.

Somehow, through the storm you found yourself at a table talking with Shinwon about everything in your life, from your parents to your work life, and even to what you hoped for the future. He talked of himself too, and you figured out he was a student in law school, and had a big love for unhealthy food and coffee. You didn’t have to worry about other customers coming in due to the storm, thankfully, so no one interrupted the two of you.

You had told Yanan of his free beverage but he took one look at it and huffed, going to burrow himself with the a book in a bean bag on the other side of the cafe. It stayed on the counter, getting cold and sad. You didn’t know why he was so angry, but ignored it to enjoy your drink and the extra brownie Shinwon had bought.

You were taking a sip from your hot chocolate when Shinwon asked the question that basically made you inhale the warm liquid. “So, when did you guys break up?”

You coughed and wiped your mouth with a napkin, trying to ignore the horrible sting in your nose. “W-what? Who are you talking about?”

Shinwon chuckled and looked back at Yanan, who was pouting his bottom lip out unconsciously, too immersed in his book to notice both of your stares. “You and him, of course. He’s definitely not over you, by the looks of it.”

Your face was burning hot, hotter than it had been when you had any interaction with Shinwon, and you cleared your throat. “Yanan? W-we’ve never dated. He’s just my co-worker. He’s the last person that would date me, I mean it’s probably no secret that he’s an asshole.”

Shinwon creased his eyebrows. “Oh, I guess I’ve misread the situation then. I thought the two of you were acting like two people still in love. You’re actually two people in denial about your love.”

You scoffed, “Psh, no way, him? He’s like the last person I’d expect to like me -- let alone love me. I mean, you don’t treat the people you love like that.”

Shinwon looked a little sad now, but chuckled. “People have odd ways of showing affection, especially when they don’t know how to. The two of you are very obviously not well experienced in love.”

You creased your eyebrows. “I-I am experienced. Well, a little, I guess. I’ve only ever had one other boyfriend. A-and I mean, I’m pretty sure you were just flirting with me -- or am I wrong?”

Shinwon smiled at you, an angelic, goofy smile. “I was, you’re right. But I can’t pursue someone who’s heart is in someone else’s hands. You, no matter how much you want to deny it, love him, and he, no matter how bad he is at showing it, loves you too.”

You were basically a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing in shock. You creased your eyebrows and shoved the brownie in your mouth. When you spoke next you didn’t bother acting as proper as you had been before, your words slightly muffled by the food still in your mouth, “I don’t know what to do about it. What if he really doesn’t love me? What if he’s just an asshole?”

Shinwon laughed, his eyes trained on yours. “He IS in love with you. You should tell him. There’s no better time than when you’re stuck inside for who knows how long with him in a storm.”

You took a quick sip of your drink to clear your throat and looked at Shinwon. “What’s the worse that could happen, right? Wait, how exactly did we get to this point? Maybe we should just act like this whole conversation never happened. Y-you know I think you’re very attractive.”

Shinwon chuckled, eyes turning to focus on Yanan. “Trust me, I know a love struck kid when I see one. Especially a jealous love struck kid. And we can’t act like this didn’t happen, I already know you love him and I can’t do that to you, or myself. There’s a chance for you two there.”

“But I never told you outright that I love him.” You said, voice slightly shaky as you weighed the scenarios that were playing out in your head if you did indeed walk over to spill your feelings.

“But you never denied it.” Shinwon said. “Now go. I’m not one to get in the way of a possible relationship.”

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, or begin to overthink how weird it was that Shinwon was egging you on, you pushed yourself from the table and began to walk over to Yanan. You only glanced back once and saw Shinwon heading over to the bathrooms. A panicked look crossed your face and he turned, almost knowing you were looking at him, and sent a reassuring thumbs up. His smile was soft and warming and you felt comforted. You took a deep breath and turned back.

You yanked a bean bag chair in front of Yanan and released a breath of air, brushing your foot with his. He looked up from his book with furrowed brows, but before he spoke his eyes scanned the room as if he were searching for something. You figured he was looking for Shinwon.

“Where’s your new boyfriend, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, already having known that he’d say something rude. You took a deep breath. “Yanan, I have some things to say.”

He placed a receipt between the pages of the book and snapped it shut. “What is it, y/n? I’m not going to leave the cafe if that’s what you want. It’s pouring out there and if you and Shinwon want to have some alone time you both can go out in the storm.”

You giggled this time, rolling your eyes at his absolutely ridiculous assumptions. “I don’t want you to leave. In fact, I kind of want the opposite, even though I shouldn’t and -- ugh, what am I doing? You’re such a complete asshole sometimes and you get on my fucking nerves and Shinwon is such a nice guy and he’s so pretty-”

Yanan’s face contorted in anger and he threw the book to the side. “Okay! I get it, so go with him if he’s so much better than me!”

You raised your voice to be heard above him as he began to furiously rant. “BUT he’s not you. And even though you’re such a big asshole I still think you’re beautiful -- and I really just want you to kiss me because I love you. I do, even though it’s probably a bad idea. I don’t care. I love you.”

Yanan looked at a loss for words and stopped mid sentence. He looked innocent for once, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide. “I- you, i- me-- what?”

You stood from your bean bag, suddenly very anxious of his response. You began to pace.. “I- fuck, well it’s too late to take it back. I l-love you. I’ve like dreamed of being with you and stuff, god, that’s so embarrassing to say -- but shit! I don’t even know how to say anything. I just -- since I met you I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, kind of hot too, and cute and I just I tried to stop it. You were such an ass to me some days. And then that whole stuff with my boyfriend happened and we broke up but you were there for me. You were nice to me and sometimes I wondered if it was just a dream I had. But I know it wasn’t. And then you returned to being and ass but it was different. You started to smile at me and it just made me feel so good inside and I just wanted you to smile at me all the time. And I want to be with you. Even my ex sensed that. I never told you, but he sensed that I had lost my feelings for him. And I didn’t cry that night because I was sad. I was crying because I felt bad. Because it was true. I didn’t have feelings for him because they were too busy going crazy for you.”

You were out of breath, your eyes glossy and wide, and you were scared to look at him, but you did. And he was still siting shell shocked, but his mouth had closed and his own eyes looked a little shiny but you didn’t know for sure. He stood too, and you were scared that he was just going to walk away.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking at your feet. “I’ll send in my two weeks tomorrow-”

Yanan walked over to you and grabbed your chin. “You talk too much.”

Nervousness flooded your stomach, but also a weirdly excited feeling. You looked at his lips, so soft as always, so plush. His eyes were trained on yours, and he licked his lips. And then he kissed you. You reacted instantly, having waited for this moment for months, having dreamed of it. But it was so different. It was better. You could taste him, actually feel him, you could wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and his hands began to rub against your back and stayed there even when you pulled back for breath. He placed his forehead on yours and sighed, eyes closed.

“I know that I’ve been the biggest asshole ever, and that I never acted like I liked you, but I did. And I love you too. So much. I just never had the guts to say it. I was an asshole to you because I was angry that you had a boyfriend. Angry that he would bring you flowers every Thursday and you two would share a coffee. You’d kiss across the table. And I hated it because I wanted to do that with you. I wanted to hold your hand and make plans to go shopping in Hongdae. But I couldn’t. And then I felt like shit when you came crying to me about the breakup. I felt like I had jinxed it. That I had made it happen by always being angry and envious and never just letting you two be happy. But I still masked it by being shitty because I didn’t know how to show affection -- especially when I still felt like it was my fault. But goddammit, I fucking love you and I’m so glad that you do too.”

You looked into his eyes, which had opened as he spoke, and smiled. Then you kissed him again, just to make sure that it was real. Just because you could do it.

You heard someone behind you laugh. You pulled away and looked to see Shinwon smiling at the two of you. “I hope that you two have happy lives together. I’ll be off now.” It wasn’t a bitter statement, you could tell.

You were about to protest about the rain when you looked out the window to see that it had stopped. You felt a nose press into your cheek as you watched him go, completely in awe. Who would’ve known that the man you had been previously flirting with would be the reason you ended up confessing to Yanan. You creased your brow and kept your eyes on him. As if Shinwon could feel your stare he turned and smiled, a goofy smile. He sent a thumbs up before continuing down the street.

“He was weird.” Yanan said, pulling away slightly. His grip on you stayed tight, though. “I don’t know what he said, but I’m glad he said it.”

You turned back to Yanan. “He convinced me to tell you about my feelings. I would have never told you if it wasn’t for him. He’s a cool guy. A good... friend.”

Yanan pecked your nose. “Just friend I hope. I was kind of hoping that I could fill the boyfriend position.”

You smiled, running your hands from behind his neck to his cheeks. “Yes. You could definitely fill that position. It’s been kind of waiting for you for a long time.”

Yanan smiled, one of those rare smiles that made his face brighten up. You hoped to see more of them now. Then he ruined it by opening his mouth. “It’s a good thing you can cook because if you couldn’t this wouldn’t have gone the same way.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, beginning to walk to the counter. “Asshole.”

He grinned. “I love you.”

You smiled too, admiring his sunny grin. “Love you too. Now hurry up and get your game face on. Since the raining stopped you know people will be out and about again. We’ve got work to do.”

Yanan groaned, but he looked a lot happier than he had before. You were happier too. You didn’t need a picnic and sunny skies. This reality was so much better than any of your dreams could be.

LMAO THis IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I PLANNED AND IT WAS SO BAD (also who knew shinwon would be so...serious)

#pentagon imagines #pentagon x reader #yanan fluff #yanan #yanan imagines #yanan angst #pentagon yanan #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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aprofessionalprotagonist · 4 years

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Red Wine, Morning Bread

Two ridiculously fluffy Hiccstrid scenes set over a decade apart. (Rated M cause it’s mostly kissing)

Hiccstrid are so much my OTP that they got me into fanfiction. Here is some ridiculously fluffy fluff.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22721431

*****

Inspired by this poem, cause I’m a sucker for short poems that hit the feels.

A Decade

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,

And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Now you are like morning bread,

Smooth and pleasant.

I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,

But I am completely nourished.

Amy Lowell, 1919

*****

Astrid sat on the edge of the landing platform, watching the last hints of light disappear under the horizon. Or rather she was staring at the horizon to avoid looking at Hiccup, because even though they’d kissed and his arm was around her shoulders and hers was around his waist, she had no idea what to do next.

The whole blindness episode had escalated things between them. Her injury and sudden vulnerability led him to admit his feelings and almost kiss her, only to be interrupted by a dragon. (Of course) After she’d recovered, she’d pushed him on it. He’d finally made his move and kissed her.

Such a small kiss. He had placed his lips upon hers quite tenderly, sweetly, chastely even. And yet her heart was racing. It was different than all the times she'd kissed him. They were older. And he’d admitted to thinking about it a lot. (How had she not realized he thought about kissing her?) And it came on the heels of everything they’d said in the last few days. (There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Oh Freyja, she was done.) And it was <strong>him</strong> kissing her. It meant more than the quick pecks she’d given him. Her lips, her entire body even, tingled with lingering sensation and anticipation. She was terrified and excited. She wanted to run away and pull him close again all at the same time.

She shivered against him.

“It’s getting cold.” Hiccup whispered. “Should we go inside?”

She nodded, even though it wasn’t really the chill that had caused her to shiver.

They stood and Hiccup turned to go into the stables. Astrid took his hand and pulled softly. Without a word, not because she was that smooth, but because she still couldn’t articulate what she wanted, she started to walk the path to her hut. Hiccup stumbled once at the change of direction, then fell into step beside her. Trembling with a potent mix of anticipation and excitement and nerves, she opened the door to her hut and walked in. Hiccup hesitated at the doorway, but she pulled softly on his hand again.

Astrid finally found some words. “I want to kiss you some more.” She smiled up at him shyly, uncharacteristically unsure of herself.

He grinned, big and goofy and melting her heart.

He walked into the hut to take both her hands in his. They stood there for a moment, holding hands and smiling stupidly at each other.

“Well…” he said softly.

“Well, what?” She echoed.

He smirked, the earlier kiss and her words giving him some confidence. “I thought you wanted to kiss me.”

“I do.”

“So why don’t you?”

He was teasing her, the arrogant little, ok tall now, ass. Astrid punched him in the shoulder. He jerked his hands away from hers to rub it, frowning and unsure of himself again.

Astrid’s hand moved swiftly behind his head, pulling him down into a kiss. Deeper this time, lips parted slightly to enfold his. His hands came to her waist, pulling her closer. Her free hand came to his hip. Astrid’s lips felt hot, burning at the rush of new sensation. Wanting more. That burning was spreading to other parts as her body pressed close to his. A surge of bravery and desire led her hand on his hip to slowly work around to his back, driftly down until it lightly cupped his very firm backside. A backside she had been admiring for… well years to be honest. Ever since she had started to notice the very pleasant effects puberty and dragon riding had on Hiccup. She curled her fingers, enjoying the firm muscle in her palm.

Hiccup broke the kiss to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you getting handsy?"

"Maybe?" She was blushing, not sure if she should be embarrassed, terrified she’d offended him. “Is that ok?”

“I like it.” He grinned at her … smugly?

And he was kissing her again, sweet and burning and intoxicating and she never wanted to stop.

*****

Astrid woke slowly with the morning sun warm on her face.

Which was a rather odd occurrence. Usually, she woke up to a small human crashing into her room like a quaken. Usually it happened at a time that could only questionably be referred to as morning.

Yet here she was. Morning sun on her face. Waking at her own pace. Quiet, save for the soft breathing of her husband.

She’d been dreaming about that husband and the first time they’d really kissed. Touching her lips, she couldn’t help but smile at the memory. It had been awkward and thrilling and oh so wonderfully sweet. And over a decade ago.

Astrid rolled over and pressed her body against Hiccup’s back, throwing one arm across his bare chest. Her face burrowed into his neck, savoring his scent. Faint wood smoke with a bit of sweat, but not sour. So familiar, so like home, so hers. It was something she barely noticed anymore, so accustomed to his presence. But here, in this rare peaceful morning, she was overcome by gratitude that he was her partner. They had seen so much struggle and sorrow and triumph and joy together.

She couldn’t resist planting a few gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder as her fingers caressed the light hair on his chest. He stirred a bit at her movement and pressed himself against her. Encouraged, she kissed and touched him with more fervor until he rolled to face her. His lips sought hers in a smooth, pleasant kiss. It was a kiss they’d shared thousands of times, and yet felt no less wonderful for its familiarity. Their lips moved effortlessly together, each anticipating the other’s moves. She no longer felt the intense burning and dizzy anticipation of their first kisses. It was now a slow building warmth, confident and comforting, but still passionate and satisfying.

“Good morning” Hiccup pressed his forehead against hers.

“Good morning indeed,” Astrid smiled and leaned into kiss him with increasing passion.

Her hand wandered down his back to the waistband of his sleep pants. She had once told him that she would never sleep in clothes with him, but sleep clothes were a concession one had to make when small humans were known to arrive in one’s bed without warning.

With a little smirk, she dove her hand into the pants to grab at his firm backside, maybe not as firm as it had been a decade before when he rode a dragon all day, but pleasantly firm still.

“Milady!” Hiccup gasped with faked indignation.

“What? You like it when I’m handsy.” She squeezed and pulled his hips close to hers.

“I do, but you know what happens when you get handsy in the morning.” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “The kids wake up. They can sense it.”

And, as if on cue, two sets of rapid footsteps sounded on the stairs. But instead of busting into their parents’ bedroom, they ran right past and into the kitchen.

Taking the slight reprieve she’d been given, Astrid kissed her husband deeply once again.

“Mo-om! Zephyr says I can’t have any of the berries!” Nuffink whined from the kitchen.

“Da-ad! I picked them! They’re mine!” Zephyr asserted.

“See. I blame your hands for this.” Hiccup winked at Astrid as he rolled out of the bed. Slipping on his tunic, he paused at the door. He gave her a long wistful look. “We’ll continue this tonight.”

Astrid stretched out in the bed, enjoying a few more moments of peace and feeling grateful for an amazing husband who rolled right out of bed to handle sibling squabbles.

Hiccup’s voice sounded from the kitchen. “No fighting over the berries. Or I’ll eat them all.”

“Da-ad!!!!!” The kids whined in unison. She heard thumps and grunts from the kids, knowing that Hiccup must be holding the bowl high above their heads as they jumped to reach it.

Astrid grinned. Gods, did she love that man.

#httyd fanfiction #my fanfiction #fanfic

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marvelousbirthdays · 7 years

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Happy Birthday, space-crayon!

July 17 - WinterIron, fluffy and funny/goofy, lighthearted and cute, soulmates requested, for @space-crayon

Written by @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun

This is an AU where Civil War never happened. This is also a soulmate AU where you have soulmate words are written on you somewhere and they are the first words your soulmate says to you.

Bucky flopped loose limbed down on the bed and sighed. Tony took a few moments to loosen his tie and take his jacket off before throwing himself down beside Bucky. "Well, babe. What'd you think of the wedding, Snookums?" Tony said as he unsnapped his pants and wiggled until he had them off. "Janet was beautiful. I wasn't expectin' her to be wearing pink though. I thought she hated the color. But the dress was real pretty and she looked good in pink. And Steve looked pretty good in his blue suit. I'll admit I didn't think that relationship would last, but I guess someone knew what they were doing when they made them soulmates." Bucky sighed. "They fought so much at first." "Yeah...but what'd you expect with words like theirs? I like ours much better." Tony said and snuggled into Bucky's side. Bucky moved a little and lifted his arm. Tony sat up a bit so that Bucky could put his arm down, then Tony put his head on the arm. Bucky shifted enough to pet Tony's hair. "Yeah. I dunno. Your first words to me was 'Look! It's Capsicle's defrosted bestie!' Then it took me three weeks to even talk to you cause I was still so messed up." Tony made a soft noise of protest as Bucky pulled his hand away. "But you said 'Is your sugar rationed, Doll?' to me and it was adorable. Of course I had to get Friday to tell me what it meant after I'd gotten you out of my lab. I was so freaked out that Steve might punch me if I was macking on his boy. I think our first words were sweet, even if they were a bit odd" Tony snuffled a little as he nuzzled his nose into Bucky's neck. Bucky shivered and Tony slung one leg over Bucky's. "It was a good if weird way for us to get together, though. I was still a little to messed up. I'm glad we waited so long. I was terrified that you weren't actually my soulmate for a little while. Like when you kicked me out of the lab. But Friday kept reassuring me that it was ok and that I should still talk to you. Steve kept encouraging me as well. I dunno what would've happened without their support." Bucky tightened his arm around Tony slightly. "We woulda made it. Pep, Rhodey, and Friday kept pushing me to talk to you. I had no idea what to say, but then I saw you at that Starbucks and bought you you're coffee and we started talking." Tony lazily lifted an arm and let it gently fall onto Bucky. "Pep probably would have killed me if we hadn't gotten together. She had to listen to so much talk about you and your handsome face and your pretty hair and your beautiful lips and your thighs and...well. You in general. I think I fell in love with you that day in the lab when you said my words." "Yeah? Steve got real tired of me talking about you and your appearance and intelligence. Sam wouldn't put up with it. Sam doesn't put up with much. He told me to talk to you or shut up. Then Steve met Janet and pretty much fell in love at first sight. I was really happy when you started talking to me at Starbucks. I think that's when I feel in love with you. I was overwhelmed with the choices and want even sure why I was there." Bucky shifted a bit and pressed a kiss to the top of Tony's head. "When you walked in, it was like the sun had risen." "Wow. I think I might be literally speechless. That should be in our wedding vows." Tony mumbled. Then suddenly went still. "I mean...." "Yeah. It should be. I mean if you want to get married or whatever someday." Bucky said, and wiggled and reached his hand into his suit pocket. He pulled out a small box and shrugged a little to dislodge Tony. "So. Do you? Wanna get married. I mean....I have a ring. Friday helped. It's made from an old arc reactor casing. She helped me make it." Bucky babbled a little. "Yeah. I wasn't sure what you wanted. But I have a ring in the lab that was made outta your old arm before I made you the new one. I just was.....scared. Yeah. Let's go with that." Tony sat up and made grabby hands at the ring box. "Gimme." Bucky slid the ring onto Tony's finger and smiled. "Go take your suit off. I've gotta take a picture of this ring. Then we need to go to sleep to get up early to plan." Tony smiled at Bucky and wiggled his fingers.

#WinterIron

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danglydolan · 7 years

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You’re something special ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Heeyy your ims are so deep🌊 I don’t even know how to call em in other interpretation. BTW can I have a G im where he watches her every action imagining how badly he want her to be his girl, and in one day he just tell her all the things he want (And pls don’t forget about kisses u describes em soo f👑 amazing)‘‘

Response: Thank u lovely! That’s so sweet ^.^ Okay guys, so this imagine is honestly one of my favorites I’ve written, I think, (hope that doesn’t sound cocky lol) but yeah, I think this one turned out pretty okay :) so let me know what you think xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Graysons POV

My eyes almost hurt when I look at her. She is so beautiful. She looks like an angel, and she doesn’t even have to try. It may sound cliché, but I admire everything about her. Since I saw her I can’t stop thinking about her. She is so gentle, the way she talks and the way she treats people… I wish I could tell her all these things, but I don’t want to her to think that I’m a desperate stalker, trying to get attention from girls.

It’s a normal day of school and I’m sitting in class. When the bell finally rings, I look at my phone and see that it’s almost three o’clock. Normally around this time on Friday Y/N is in the library, looking for books she can read in the weekend. Or just books to help her studying. Don’t even ask me how I know this, because it’s actually embarrassing. I grab by bag, leave the classroom and rush into the library.

I silently open the door of the library. It’s almost empty. Of course, it was Friday. Not many people went to the library at school when it was almost weekend. I walk through the library that is stuffed with bookcases, peeking my head around every corner to see if she’s here.

And when I see her my heart skips a beat. She’s sitting at a table with a few books around her, reading one of them with the tip of her pen in her mouth and her hair up in a bun. I quickly grab a random book and walk to the table where she’s sitting. I sit down and open the book, glancing down at her. She looks up and her beautiful red lips curl into a sweet smile. It only last like two seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I smile back, probably looking really goofy.

When she starts reading her book again I try to look as if I’m reading mine too, but my eyes keep flickering back to her. She looked incredibly pretty today and smelled so nice. Even from where I was sitting I could smell her perfume; vanilla with a touch of something sweet, maybe flowers. She didn’t wear a lot of make up; just a bit of mascara and something on her lips.

Her eyebrows were full and her cheeks were a bit chubby, but I actually thought that that was really cute. And even if she did wore a lot of makeup I’d still adore her. She could even throw on a garbage bag and still look gorgeous.

I look at her rosy cheeks and the freckles on her nose and wonder how her skin would feel like. Probably very soft. And her eyes… they were so friendly and had the most beautiful colour. I could stare into them forever. I wanted to touch her and wrap my arms around her with her head resting on my chest. I wanted to make her feel safe and loved.

I lick my lips at the thought of how her naked body would feel pressed to mine. But not even in a sexual way; we could just lay together, feeling calm and at peace. I would love hearing her heartbeat and her warm breath against my neck. I casually stroke a hand through my hair when I feel my cheeks burning. If she could only read my mind… I just couldn’t stop thinking about her, I wanted her to be mine so bad.

Your POV

You couldn’t believe that Grayson Dolan, your crush since freshman year, was sitting in front of you. You always thought he had been a cute guy, but you knew he didn’t read and you found it odd that he was in the library. Sitting in front of you. On a Friday afternoon. With his book upside down. God, he was so adorable. The book he was holding looked so small compared to his large hands. He had such beautiful hands. You wondered how they’d feel holding yours.

‘Enjoying your book?’ you ask with a little smile, while you catch him looking at you. He blinks and immediately looks back into his book. ‘Me? Eh yeah, it’s pretty good,’ he chuckles nervously. ‘It’s upside down, you know?’ you giggle and turn a page in the book you had been reading. His cheeks turn even more red than they already were and he turns the book around, so that he could actually read the thing. A few minutes pass and you feel him looking at you. Whenever you look back at him, he quickly looks away.

After about half an hour you’re done with your studying and as bad as you wanted to stay in the library with this beautiful human being, you really had to go home. You grab your stuff and stand up from your chair. Hesitantly you put your bag around your shoulder, not knowing if you should say goodbye or not. Why not? you thought. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say and walk towards the exit of the library. Grayson quickly stands up too.

‘Wait,’ he says and before you know it he grabs your hand and stops you from walking. You look at your hand holding his. It looked so tiny compared to his hand. He lets go of you, looking a little embarrassed. ‘Yeah?’ you encourage him, looking up. ‘I know that we don’t talk that much, which is why I completely understand if you say no, but I think you’re a really nice girl and I was wondering if… if you would maybe want to go on a date sometime? Are you free tonight?’ he asks with a sweet voice.

You inner self starts screaming, but you remain to stay calm. Was this a dream?! ‘Yes… Of course,’ you answer, shrugging your shoulders. You never really had plans for the weekend, except if you counted watching Netflix with a bag of Doritos. He looks relieved and smirks. ‘Nice! Should I pick you up tonight? At seven?’ ‘Sounds great,’ you say happily.

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The date had been perfect so far. He had picked you up at your house and brought you to a chic – but not too chic – restaurant. The food tasted amazing and the whole atmosphere was just so lovely. There were candles burning on the table and the interior was very cute. There was even a live band playing in the background.

You guys got to know each other better and just talked about everything and anything that crossed your minds. It actually felt like you had known each other your whole life, which was a very nice feeling. After dinner you went to go to the cinema. With his hand on your thigh he looked at you during the entire movie. And when you looked back at him you expected him to kiss you, but he didn’t.

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He stops the car in front of your house, steps out and walks to the other side of the car to open the door for you. He sure was a true gentleman. You take his outstretched hand and together you walk to the door of your house. You turn around so you faced him, and realise you were actually standing really close.

‘Thank you for tonight,’ you whisper. He smiles and strokes a hair out of your face. ‘Thank you. I had a very nice evening. Maybe we could do it again some time?’ ‘I would love that,’ you say, almost drowning in his brown, husky eyes. ‘I should probably go… Thank you, again. Have a nice weekend, Y/N,’ Grayson says. But you don’t let go of his hand.

‘You could come in for a minute, if you want. My parents aren’t home, so…’ you say, trying to look innocent. ‘Yeah, sure,’ Grayson says, his eyes growing a little wider. You open the door and walk to the living room, with Graysons hand still holding yours.

You sit down on the couch, with Grayson next to you. Again, his face was just a few inches away from yours. You could see his little moustache hairs and smell his minty breath and cologne. It sent shivers down your spine. Slowly he leans closer to you, until his nose is touching yours. And when you think he’s about to kiss you, he pulls back. You stare at him, a little confused. Did you do something wrong?

‘Y/N, I want to say something to you…’ he says, looking down at his shoes. ‘Yeah?’ you say, placing a hand on his thigh. He looks back at you, with the cutest smile on his face. ‘It will probably sound very cheesy, but… I am so happy that I met you, honestly. This evening was just perfect. At least for me it was perfect. I like everything about you, every little thing, and I think you were meant for me,’ Grayson says. Your heart flutters at his words and a big smile appears on your face. ‘Grayson…’ you start, but he stops you. ‘Wait, let me finish this, before I forget what I want to say,’ he chuckles.

‘All I can think about lately is how much I want to kiss you. You’re the only one I want. I love your laugh and I love the way you make me laugh. I want to be the constant in your life, if you let me… you’re something special,’ he says while he cups your face with his large hands. ‘Oh Grayson,’ you whisper while your smile grows bigger. ‘That’s so sweet. I – I’ but he interrupts your stutters by gently pressing his warms lips against yours.

He opens your mouth and slides his tongue between your lips. You let him dominate you however he wants. You gasp for air as his hands slowly trail down your body, from your back to your waist and then to your thighs. You close your eyes while his kisses are getting deeper and rougher and he starts kissing your jawline and neck.

You dig your nails into his scalp, trying to contain the pleasure. His fluffy hair strokes against your cheek while he pleases you. He tenderly starts sucking your neck and you feel him smirking while he listens to your soft moans. After a minute or so you slowly start pushing him away, before it got too intense.

You wanted to take things slowly, since this was your first date with Grayson. You never even kissed on a first date, but oh well, Grayson Dolan was an exception. He pulls back and looks with loving eyes down at you. ‘I can’t wait for the days when I get to kiss you every morning and every night,’ he whispers while he entwines his fingers with yours. You giggle and you couldn’t even describe how perfect this moment was.

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagine #grayson dolan smut #ethan dolan smut #dolan twins #imagine #preference #smut #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins smut

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pepperminthotchocolate · 7 years

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Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Three: Eyes

Signe gathered her feet up onto the seat of the kitchen chair.

The quiet hum of the morning was always her favorite, especially on stormy days such as these. Nothing much to do, nowhere to rush off to in a hurry this early in the day. Not to mention she could enjoy her cinnamon tea in peace before she went hopping off to tackle the day. The polka-dot speckled mug looked peculiar in her little hands; now she likened it to one of those novelty soup cups that took on the appearance of a regular mug but were much too large for one to use in one sitting.

Well, she could use it, but not before the tea would get cold.

Though, she supposed, it was dangerous to leave herself alone with her thoughts. Inevitably, her mind would drift back to what was always her main focus; how tall was she now? How much had she dwindled throughout the night? What looks different about her new perspective being just a few inches shorter? Was the shrinking speeding up? Slowing down?

…What would she do when she couldn’t get around on her own? She’d had to drag over a kitchen chair and stand on her tiptoes to crawl up on the counter today. What would happen when that was an impossible task?

She felt Sean’s presence behind her as he slid lazily into the kitchen. A yawn and a quick peck on the top of her head and he was ambling off to make his own coffee. Every day he seemed to grow more immense. Even the sound of his socks shuffling against the wooden floor was magnified.

They chatted idly about what they had planned for the day. It wouldn’t be too terribly busy – just a lazy Sunday. Grocery shopping was on the list, which after last time would be an adventure all in itself. “An’ I promise I won’t run off this time at tha sight of bacon and cheddar-flavored Taytos. No need to call for me on tha intercom.” At least his hair made him easy enough to find.

Signe was up to his waist now, barely toddler height. What would he do when she got to be the size of a mouse?

She’d just have to find a way to get around on her own. Of course Sean would be more than willing to help her, as he’d made clear throughout the entire process. Throughout the course of the past two weeks he would constantly check up on her and ask if she needed help with anything. He made all of the meals and picked up all of the cleaning she couldn’t do on her own. He brought her tea even when she didn’t ask. She appreciated the help, although she would much rather have her independence.

Her head was pounding. She pushed the impending thoughts out of her mind. The tea was set aside and she focused on coloring in her sketch.

That’s why Signe felt the need to draw so much. It was beyond being a hobby; it was one of the only things left that she could stand to do on her own. Not to mention it finally gave her an excuse to try traditional media as opposed to sticking with her usual tablet and computer mouse.The figure’s portrait was drawn with his head thrown back, laughing with a wide, toothy grin.

One last swooping shade to give his hair more dimension, then she would get to move on to her favorite part. Besides his caricaturistic eyebrows and shock of neon green hair (although the brightness was starting to fade a bit), it was his eyes that made his portrait unique.

Eyes were always a main focus in her work – her style was mostly cartoonish with exaggerated expressions, which meant the eyes were far and away one of the most important parts. Eyes could tell a lot about a person, animated or not. Luckily, her boyfriend happened to have a good pair to work with.

Sean’s eyes were electric blue, which made sense because everything about him was electric. He was always bursting with boundless energy, whether it lingered at the surface or was coming at you full force. Yet, Signe knew that to every shade of blue in his eyes there were ten more shades underneath it. There was a strange softness to them, almost as an afterthought. He had the kind of striking eyes that sent tingles up your spine, sent goosebumps running over your skin. His eyes were just one of her favorite things about him.

She quirked an eyebrow at the weight that settled on top of her head. It wasn’t overwhelming, just odd. She reached up and felt the scraggly hair of his beard falling right above her hairline. His arms came to fall on either side of the table beside her. “Watcha drawin’?”

She smiled, lowering her head closer to the page. “Just some guy.”

He gave a goofy smile; it was strange to admit it, but he thought she looked so cute bundled up in her oversized, fluffy bathrobe with strands of hair falling into her face. She was adorable anyway, but in her new state he could really marvel over it.

“Is that me?” He intoned cheerfully. “D’aww, it looks so nice! I like the eyes.”

“Thanks.” She said quietly. Unwittingly, he had highlighted her previous thoughts by being so close to her. How much larger those arms seemed to be than they were just a few weeks ago…

His smile fell the smallest bit. She didn’t sound all that sincere. “Are you okay? You seem a li’l distracted.” He asked, standing up and coming around the side of the table.

“It’s just the usual. I mean, what else is on my mind these days?”

With a grunt and a sigh, he settled down at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee. Signe was hunched over her work, a stern tenseness in her brow. She was hardly ever serious, but she always wore her emotions on her sleeve. “Ah yes, that. Not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Mmm.” She hummed absentmindedly.

“Though some would argue that there’s little to be done in this situation.”

“Sean, this is serious.”

“…You’re just being a li’l short-tempered, is all.”

She set her pencil down on the table with a resounding clack. “Sean.”

“No, I know. I can only imagine what you’re feelin’. But on tha bright side, you’re just little. At least you’re not little and…I dunno, growin’ an extra head or somethin’.” He took a long sip from his mug and let out a contented sigh. “And that’s fine, it’s gonna be weird for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course! It’s that whole “new experience” thing you’re always talkin’ ‘bout. Once you get used to it…you know, it might not be normal again, but after a while it won’t seem so bad.”

“An’ even though I know fuck all ‘bout emotions sometimes, I know that once you’ve got somethin’ in your head you won’t let go of it until you get it all out. Even though that in itself may be a trip with you. You’ve got more bottled up in there than you’re lettin’ on.” He reached over, gently gathering her hand in his It all but disappeared within his loose grip, and it took everything she had not to pull away. Even he seemed to pause at the sight. He looked up at her. “You need to talk to me. Tell me when you’re feelin’ bad, good, tired, need to pee. Everythin’ in between.”

There were those eyes again. Even tainted with sadness and uncertainty, they flashed with live electricity. He leaned in more toward her. “Okay?” He said, giving her a sweet, encouraging smile.

“Alright.”

There was a longer bout of silence. Signe wasn’t sure what to feel at this point. Of course she had every right to feel how she did. But at the same time he had a point. It wouldn’t do her any good bottling up her feelings. If anything, it would make her feel smaller than she already did. She took a quick sip of her tea before picking up her pencil again.

“Why did you draw m’ears so pointy?”

She grinned. “Because you have pointy ears.”

“No I don’t!”

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What can I say? The man loves his puns.

It was a bit of a stretch to fit the whole “eyes” theme for the prompt, but I think I made it come full circle. This part was definitely an exercise in creating realistic dialogue, by which I am no means a professional. I’m hoping that I captured their Jack and Wiish’s personalities well enough. Hope you all enjoy!

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