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5 reasons why i love you
GENRE! fluff, slight angst (#5)
NOTES! gn!reader, est relationship, mention of reader living in an apartment,
SYNPOSIS! 5 reasons why you love yang jungwon
5 ✭ PINKY PROMISES
after jungwon showed up to your house 1 hour late, you felt relieved that he was okay, but also very confused and even a little hurt. you had made plans to hangout at 6pm, and now it was 7, and jungwon was stood at your apartment door, flowers in hand.
"wonnn? what took so long?" you frowned, still slightly holding onto the door.
"i'm so, so, so, so, so sorry my love. i was getting you flowers, then the flower lady took too long telling me about each kind and i kept telling her i had to go and she wouldn't let me leave and-" you listened to him explain his reason, his voice in a hurry to get it through to you so you'd have to worry no longer.
"you scared me!" you spoke a bit louder, taking his hand and dragging him inside of the apartment, shutting the door behind him and snatching the flowers from his hand. they were your favourite.
"i'll make it up to you, okay? it'll never happen again" he slid his shoes off, keeping his love-filled eyes on you.
"pinky promise?" you stuck out your pinky, just like always. it was a little tradition between you two, absolutely no breaking pinky promises. he smiled, intertwining his pinky with yours.
"pinky promise." he repeated, and after holding for a few seconds, he brought you in by the waist for an apologetic hug. now you were certain he'd never be that late for anything ever again.
4 ✭ MAEUM
jungwon loved inviting you over to his place because every time he did it meant you'd spend a lot of time with maeum. his two loves together was truly a sight for him to see. you never noticed, but he was constantly snapping candid photos of you doing anything with maeum. going on a walk? photo. scratching him in the perfect spot right behind the ears? photo. staring contest with maeum? photo. (you always won, of course).
"i should steal maeum from you" you suggested, holding his leash in your hand as the three of you strolled around a nice, peaceful area.
"whattt? steal me instead, y/n!"
"but i want maeum!"
"wowww so you like him more than me?" jungwon faked being upset, dramatically rolling his eyes, which made you laugh.
"well....." of course you were joking. maeum was like your child, and you loved him dearly, but how could anyone top your jungwon?
"im kidding, i know you love me" he said smugly, kissing your cheek. you were tempted to kiss his back, really, you were tempted to kiss his lips; but you two were in public, so it was best not to, even if there weren't too many people.
the three of you continued your walk, and eventually reached a beautiful cherry blossom tree. it was large and full of life, you walked towards it with maeum with the intention to snatch a petal or two, just for memories.
"wait, stand still, i need a photo!" jungwon took out his phone, opening his camera. you didn't mind him getting a photo of you as long as maeum was in it! after he got the photo, you rushed towards him to see it.
"my favourite love.. and my other love, i guess.." jungwon joked as he pointed to you two in the photo, but immediately felt bad, so kissed your cheek just like before. sometimes when he'd make those types of jokes, you acted mad just so he'd kiss you.
3 ✭ ACTS OF SERVICE
sometimes you wonder what you did to deserve someone so caring, loving, attractive, and amazing as yang jungwon. tonight was one of those nights. after a long day of being out and walking, you were exhausted. you had an off day and just wanted to spend it out of the house, but the shoes you wore probably weren't the best. you were exhausted, it was 10pm, and all you wanted to do was shower then sleep. unlocking the door to your apartment, you entered, and saw a lamp in your living room on and dinner on the table. you inched closer to the food, inspecting it suspiciously.
"yn! you didn't answer my texts i sent 20 minutes ago! are you hungry? and you okay? are you tired? come sit, sit!" he ran up to you, not even giving you a chance to answer any of his questions or even think. he pulled the chair for you, gesturing you to sit down. he sat down right next to you, putting food onto your plate for you. it was everything you loved, still nice and warm.
"how was your day? what did you do?" he asked, more excited to listen to your voice than to listen to what you actually did. you smiled brightly straight at him, he noticed in his peripheral vision and turned to face you.
"what?" he tilted his head. you brought him in by the neck, planting a loving kiss on his lips. as you pulled away, your bright grin seeped onto him too.
"i love you so much, jungwon. thank you." you had absolutely no regrets giving him the spare key. after late nights out, it was amazing to have homecooked food and cuddles from him.
2 ✭ HOLDING HANDS
anywhere. everywhere. any time. no matter what. he's a bit protective, and having your hand intertwined with his not only tells other guys to back off, but also makes him know you're safe. in a crowded place like downtown, where people are walking in every direction all the time, it's easy to lose one another, but not when you're holding his hand. especially when it's cold out, his hand provides warmth.
you especially appreciate when he does it while you're stressed. trying to navigate through the city can be hard, jungwon knows, so when you're frustrated because (according to you) the gps is useless and dumb, he stays silent. just holding your hand in a comforting manner. his thumb brushes over one of your fingers, subconsciously soothing you.
"okay.. i figured it out, we turn left" you finally understood the direction, which meant you two could continue walking to your destination.
"there you go!" he gave a faint, comforting smile to you, definitely helping you to calm down from the sudden wave of stress which didn't seem to leave for a while.
1 ✭ EVERYTHING
the way he reassures you when you're unsure. the way he's always there if you ever need to cry. how he'll always put you first and drop anything to help you. how he refuses to take off his matching bracelet because it shows his commitment to you. how he'll randomly see you out in public and his eyes immediately light up as they meet yours, then you two spend the rest of the day hanging out. or that one time he didn't see you for 5 days straight and when he was finally with you, he didn't leave your side for a split second.
it's such an amazing feeling knowing there will always be someone who you can love, who will never judge you, and who is so loyal, just as you are to him. no matter how far you are from him, for any reason, your love is always strong, always present.
an: u guys have no idea how bad i wanted to write "skibidi toilet" for that last one. im childish as fuck and im proud about it. watch out for next april fools i swear
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Characters belong to @heroesspirit
Based on something my friend said while we were on a 12 hour call
And yes Four, he does have stupid in his brain, and he is a fuckin bird, what about it
#my art#heroes spirit au#hs au#heroes spirit#hs sky#hs four#theyre just little guys and i adore them#i care them#i would kill for them#and i would kill for their creator#lee my beloved#once again recieve my gift of love for you and your characters#i actually cant remember if i posted this before but im like whatever at this point#im telling the joke louder for the people in the back#teehee
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Bf!Rin headcanons? 🤭
RIN ITOSHI x gn!reader
authors notes. i am IN LOVE with rin so im glad i wrote this instead of my college essays
╰┈➤ the type of person to keep your relationship strictly private. in fact, it’s because he loves you so much that he wants to keep your relationship private.
╰┈➤ private, not secret.
╰┈➤ it was no surprise to the public when it was discovered that professional footballer, rin itoshi, was dating you, especially since you did have connections to the Itoshi brothers previously anyway.
╰┈➤ from the beginning, the paparazzi pressing on the matter pissed him off. he hated how interviewers would always eventually get to bringing your name up, because it meant that your relationship was starting to be shared with the world.
╰┈➤ but more than that, it was because he had a such a soft spot for you that he couldn’t help but become nervous when people brought you up. and as annoying as the interviewers were, he couldn’t stand to be mad at them when they gave him an excuse to talk about you.
╰┈➤ he’s probably half the reason your relationship wasn’t as private as he’d hoped. he was just such an unintentional blabbermouth.
╰┈➤ when you’re actually with him in public, he tends to get overprotective.
╰┈➤ when you’re in the streets, you need to be holding hands; when you’re at social gatherings, his palm needs to be attached to your hip.
╰┈➤ not just for safety reasons, but he supposed he also needed to constantly remind people that the two of you are together.
╰┈➤ when he realises that he’s getting approached by fans in the street, he’ll subtly hide you behind him so that you’re not pestered, and you’ll watch with a soft smile as rin is forced to take photos and sign autographs.
╰┈➤ despite maintaining a cold facade, he somehow manages to talk do gently when it’s to you.
╰┈➤ if the two of you are at a party he’s clearly uncomfortable being in, he’d slowly scoop your hands into his and plant a gentle kiss on your knuckle before muttering, “it’s getting loud. do you want to leave?”
╰┈➤ honestly, it’s quite impressive how quickly he’s able to switch tones.
╰┈➤ he can go from kindly whispering words of affirmation in your ear to screaming expletives to a random man, threatening to fight him where they stood and ordering him to stop hitting on you.
╰┈➤ rin’s jealousy is actually an unheard of level of rage.
╰┈➤ every time bachira jokes with you, isagi compliments you, or any of his other team members hang out with you one-on-one, it’s like a ticking time bomb in his mind. 
╰┈➤ rin trusts you with all his heart, but his possessiveness is a little louder than his compassion, and he’s rather eat both of his shoes than put you aline in a room with a man that isn’t him.
╰┈➤ he is willing to start the most outrageous scenes over it.
╰┈➤ once, shidou publicly dedicated a shot to you during an important match just to piss rin off, and he went ballistic.
╰┈➤ he had maintained himself on the pitch, but as soon as he reached the locker room, rin was already prepared to pack shidou up and send him to the emergency unit.
╰┈➤ a good fight definitely would have ensued, had he not been stopped by his teammates holding him back.
╰┈➤ plus, you continuously warned him not to fight because you hated seeing him show up to your dates with bruises and marks— his injuries from football were already enough. 
╰┈➤ he hated defying you, but sometimes he just really couldn’t help himself.
╰┈➤ the days where he would literally feel himself freeze before knocking on your apartment door because he knew that his injuries would tell you that he got into another fight were the worst for him.
╰┈➤ because you always looked at him with that certain face of disappointment before simply sighing and letting him in, ready to properly tend to his wounds.
╰┈➤ he’s so gentle when he’s in private with you.
╰┈➤ you could spend hours cradled in his arms, listening to the dulcet mumbles of his voice as he told you about his day.
╰┈➤ when be gets home from a match or training, all he wants to do is cuddle you mindlessly with a tv show in front.
╰┈➤ sometimes he’s mumble about how annoying his teammates were today and how he’s glad he can finally lay down with you.
╰┈➤ to many’s surprise, he’s really the sweetest boyfriend ever.
#blue lock x you#blue lock x reader#blue lock#blue lock x y/n#blue lock rin itoshi#rin itoshi x you#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x y/n#bllk fluff#bllk imagines#bllk x you#bllk
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OMG YOUR WORKS ARE SO AWOOGA I CANT STOP 😭 can I request karma x reader too with a s/o that cries with a straight face and cries whenever they're seething in anger, if I tried to say smth while I'm sad then the straight face just dissolves into a mess 🤠 maybe a part where Karma makes them cry im both ways and another part someone in class makes them cry, ty if you can (> <)!!
Karma x Reader who cries out of Anger. Sorry for being late (again!!), Ily your typing is so fun😭 thank you for requesting!ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM SPOILERS ꒱
Karma is too straightforward, he makes insensitive jokes, he isn’t the most emotionally mature person and he can be pushier than most. So when you’re sitting beside him, holding back tears, he doesn’t know which one of his traits drove you to this point.
The worst part is you refuse to answer when he asks, instead opting for looking the other direction or giving him a scowled expression. He racked his brain, you guys went to school, were perfectly fine, came back and now you’re angry.
“[Name] why have you been mad at me all day? And don’t say you’re not, you keep a straight face whenever you are.”
He pries and pries until you finally blow up on him.
“So you can just throw yourself off a mountain for an assassination attempt without a second thought and expect me not to care?”
“I’m fine aren’t I? That was the best idea I could come up with, I don’t know how I could top it.” He says like he’s disappointed in the fact it failed.
“You don’t see the problem? Seriously?”
“If somebody doesn’t kill him, everyone is going to die- you’re gonna die, did you expect me to not try my ideas??”
“I didn’t expect you to try to off yourself in the process.”
“It’s not about my life it’s about yours, I’m not letting you die.”
“How am I supposed to live if you’re dead?!” Your voice only gets louder.
“How am I supposed to live if you die because I was too scared to try something?!” Karma replies matching your tone.
“Tell me you won’t try anything like that again.”
He looks at the floor not wanting to face you.
You press further “If you die over this, I’ll die with you.”
The tears stream down your face, you do your best to keep your blank expression.
He can’t be the reason you get hurt, he knows you know that much. “It won’t come to that, we’ll assassinate him together.”
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If the reason for your tears is someone else the way Karma reacts is a unique depending on the person.
If Teraska makes you cry Karma going to instigate until Terasaka gets pissed off enough to fight him.
“Making [Name] cry? No wonder you’ve gotten rejected by every girl you’ve shown interest in.”
“Ya don’t know anything- stop shoving your head in other peoples business.”
“[Names] business is mine too, if you don’t like that you can fight me over it.”
“Tch..” Terasaka looks away in annoyance
“What? You scared?” Karma isn’t giving up until Terasaka throws a punch and looses.
If Maehara and Okajima are the culprits, Karmas exposing their embarrassing secrets to the class.
“I know you two aren’t the brightest… but I’d think you’d know not to bother [Name].”
Unlike Terasaka they’re not willing to take their chances against Karma, they know it’s too late making you cry is a death wish.
“Hear us out- we weren’t trying to offend anyone we just-”
Karma doesn’t let them finish their sentence before he says “You know what I think is so funny, I found this crazy video of you guys.”
“Wait huh?”
“It’s not loading right now, I’ll post it on my story later so you two know what I’m talking about!”
“Please don’t! What even is it?!”
It’s a video of the time they tried a contemporary dance class to impress some girls and ended up tripping on each other and fighting, they kept slipping with every punch, needless to say they’re prohibited from going back.
If Korosenseis work load is what’s making you upset he’s going to guilt trip him until he agrees to excuse your assignments, “You call yourself a teacher? Poor [Name] is stressed out and you don’t care.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pressure anyone that’s the opposite of what I want to do!! [Name] I’ll give you an extension.”
“Just an extension after what you did? [Name] is humiliated after crying infront of everyone and that’s the solution?”
“It wasn’t that bad…” You felt better and you tried talking yourself out of it but he kept going.
“I say you excuse the assignment and let [name] rest. You’re so cruel… making your student hate school.” He knows exactly where to hit, Korosensei is sensitive enough to make that easy, he would never forgive himself if he burnt out his students.
“Okay [Name] you’re excused for the project. Please, forgive me!” Korosensei is the one crying now, but at least you don’t have to worry about the assignment anymore. The rest of the class starts complaining about it too in hopes to get it excused themselves.
#karma x reader#karma akabane x reader#akabane x reader#akabane karma#ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader#reader x karma#karma akabane#karma akabane x you#korosensei#eclass#assasination classroom#akabane karma x reader#assassination classroom x reader#assassination classroom
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hii!! how are you? i hope good, could you write a draken x fem reader, maybe smut if you feel comfortable with it, where reader is a shy nerd and since she met draken she changed completely and you do the rest!! sorry for bad english but its not much first language!!😭
At the flip of a coin
Draken x fem reader
author notes: hello, thank you for requesting! Unfortunately, I am a MINOR, so I don’t write smut. I apologize for the inconvenience. ANDAHHHB I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS IM SOS SORRY
It was time for midterms. Again. This time, Draken finally mustered enough motivation to study for it the first time in his life. The cold breeze of the aircon caused his long hair to sway a little. The quietness of the library was in contrast to the noisy environment of the Tokyo manji gang. Observing the tables—which were mostly packed with people, he sat himself down at a table which only had one person.
You watched as this tall and muscular guy sat down on your table. Looking back at the three assignments that was due the next day, you sighed. Well, you can’t do anything about it, might as well not complain, it’ll be beneficial for you anyways! Hey, it might even teach you to write faster! Looking at the guy who was flipping through his notebook, creases forming on his eyebrow, glaring at his notebook as he scowled. PleasedonttalktomePleasedonttalktomePleasedonttalktome
Placing his very clean textbook on the table, he begun flipping through the pages, not understanding a single thing at all. Staring at the girl in front of him, he sighed, before nudging her and placed his textbook in front of her. “Hey, if you can, can you explain what it’s trying to say?” The girl took some time to process his words, but after that she read the pages of the textbook, flipping here and there quickly. “This is my curriculum for next year…but be glad I still studied one year ahead.” She mumbled quietly. Draken jaw internally dropped. Which motherfucker would want to study a year ahead? The girl sitting in front of him, apparently. The girl started mumbling words Draken couldn’t even make up. “Can you speak up. You’re too soft.” A tinge of red appeared on her cheeks as she cleared her throat. “Alright….sorry…” Speaking a little louder, she explained the formulas, how to solve it, scribbling all over his textbook. Draken had to stretch his ears to be as long as a Buddha’s in order to hear her clearly. But Draken didn’t ask her to speak louder, since she seemed to have social anxiety. Shaking her leg, hand shaky, eh Draken decided not to push any further. After like half an hour of explaining the chapters tested for the exam, she put down her pen and sighed. “W-well, I hope you understood everything…..sorry if my explanation isn’t the best, I’m not very good at teaching, I mean I can understand the topic but I just can’t teach I’m really weird and all, so sorry. I’m so bad at teaching I hope you understood if it was too complicated just tell me….” As the girl went on and on, her voice got softer and softer, until she stopped speaking all together. “It was great, thanks.” Draken replied. The girl blushed a deeper shade of red. “T-thanks, it means a lot….” “Let’s be friends. You can help me with math and shit.” A deeper shade of red appeared on her cheeks. Friends….? Dang, she didn’t have a lot of that…. “I take that as a yes.” Draken stared at her before packing his things and walking away.
Time Skip. The young couple falls in love…
Dating Draken while being shy and nerdy would include….
Due to your shy personality, he feels an even more overwhelming sense of protectiveness over you
bring you to meet toman when your comfortable, of course
would 100% bonk anyone on the head if they try to make a dirty joke, he’d rather keep your innocence
A lot of times you rant about the topic your interested in to draken, although he doesn’t know what your talking about 90% of the time, he’ll listen anyways
remembers the stuff you rant about. He would see something related and would be like “hey don’t you like this”
very caring, protective and accepting! 10/10
if anyone bullies you, he’d beat them up, immediately
You groaned as your classmates who are a waste of oxygen forcefully pushed you against the locker again, slamming a hand beside you, causing all your books from your hand to fall to the ground. The smirk on his face only grew wider at your scared expression. What’s he gonna do next, beat you up? Like every other day? “If it isn’t the ner-” blood splattered on your cheek as your classmate fell onto the floor, blood trickling down your nose. Huh? What just happened? A tall figure loomed over you, as he placed his hands on your shoulders, a gentle but firm voice rang out. “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” You nodded your head, you were perfectly fine, after all. Draken nodded, before straddling the guy and beating the shit out of him, saying some curse words you didn’t even know, spitting insults here and there. As you were bullied quite frequently, more beating occurred. More shouts. More blood. More gore. More swears. Of course, it started to affect you in some way!
Three missing assignments, two exams, and 7 worksheets to complete by tomorrow. You were pissed. Very pissed. Things really decided not to go your way. You were sick, absent for only TWO days, and your asshole of a teacher decided to release all the homework that was meant for like, a fucking week. You weren’t even given an extension! Oh the urge to stab a knife into your teachers stomach and twist it, see her beg for mercy as more blood flowed out— “Ah!” You collapsed to the floor, scraping your knees on wooden floor somehow. “Oh! Isn’t this the WHORE who’s dating Draken? How did you even pull him, he’s so out of your league! Hahahah! I know, maybe it’s because you’re such a SLUT!” Of all days, she decided to piss you off today. Fuck. You were so done. Standing up, you launched right at her, pushing her onto the ground as you slammed her head against the locker. Screams sounded as both her and your classmates were shocked. Several others from other classes begun peeping their heads in, curious about the commotion. Grabbing her hair, you forcefully lifted her head, before slamming her head down again. You’ve seen draken do it many times, it was pretty easy to imitate. You lifted up her head tearing her hair. “I hope you get raped. Multiple times.” Taking your scissors, you brought it to her stomach, running the blade through her clothes. “I’m gonna make sure all the yellow fat from your stomach flows out.” Pressing a bit harder, the girl screamed and kicked, but the immense unknown strength from your body kept her down. Blood began to flow, but before you could continue, somebody picked you up, throwing away the scissors from your hands and pulling you into a hug. As you the scent of Draken’s shampoo filled your nose, you relaxed and leaned into his arms.
Draken went to the classroom too because, firstly, it’s your classroom, secondly, there was screaming.
But instead, he found you slamming your bully’s head on the floor, blood spilling everywhere.
He knew you would usually cower behind your own hands, but this time you didn’t even flinch.
“W-wha…?” Draken is SO confused, what happened to his cutie potootie pookie wookie sweet honey bear gentle girlfriend?
he can’t even MOVE. That’s until you started going a little too far
Back at the brothel, Draken used some wet wipes to gently scrub off the blood off your face. “So…who taught you all that….?” “You…?” You replied bluntly. Draken gulped. Guess there’s no turning back now
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Broo mysterion making insecure reader feel better about themself is all I need rn
eheheHAHAHAHAHH IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS REQUEST.
i've been meaning to write about mysterion ;).
like mysterion would see you walking in the streets with your backpack on and your books hugged in your arms.
you were just walking home from school, and mysterion had specifically been watching over you these last few days.
he's seen you get bullied in the halls, shoved to the ground even.. but he couldn't do anything about it when he was just.. kenny.
he decides he's going to go walk with you when he sees a group of college seniors all drunk up ahead about to walk past you.
"hey." he introduces and you're slightly confused.
"do i know you?" you ask. of course you knew who mysterion was.. but for him to talk to you so casually was alarming, and frightening.
mysterion chuckles, "no, but you could."
"oh really?" you say more like a statement and you look to the upcoming boys who are already giving you looks.
"loser." "you should leave campus.. forever!" "haha nice one!" they boys would have a laugh and high five as they walk past.
"whats your problem, dorks?" mysterion asks and their expressions grow pale and scared.
you swear you heard one of them gulp and stutter "nothing, mysterion.."
"yeah man, come on.. it was only a joke." one of the guys say, trying to reason with him.
"it's not funny, boys.." mysterion chuckles at his own thought, "i see you fools doing this joke again, the only joke there'll be is the story of how you got concussed." he laughs louder after hearing it aloud and turns to walk with you again.
"woah, way to make someone your bitch mr. tuff guy." you jokingly roll your eyes. "thank you, though."
he says only nothing and there's a minute or two of silence as you two walk side by side before he breaks it.
"why do people harass you so much?" he asks.
you tut. "because i'm.. me?" you move your arms to emphasize yourself.
"so? what's so bad about you?"
"i don't know.. people tell me i'm weird or i'm an outcast. guess i'm just different." you shrug.
"different is good.. here at least because everyone here sucks." mysterion reasons and you giggle softly.
the two of you decide to take a break from walking at this small bridge above a green lake.
"but i don't want to be different. if it means fitting in then i'll 'suck' too."
he closed mouth smiles at you and that makes your cheeks warm, "you have beautiful eyes."
"..really?"
"sure do. and you've got the prettiest color of hair." mysterion leans against the top of the little rails on the bridge and swings one of his feet beneath him, looking down at the pond. "you got good style, and you're smart.." he drowns out and you're just staring blankly at the side of his head.
you could swear there's hearts in your eyes that probably glow from a mile away but you can't help but smile and bite your lip softly at his comments. he looks back to you and you smile at him. "who are you.." you ask in a soft voice and he moves in front of you, looking down at you.
"mysterion." he smirks and you giggle.
"okay 'mysterion'.." you roll your eyes. "can you kiss me?"
he leans in closer, "i don't know, can i?"
and at that, you press your lips to his, smiling into the peck that turns into longer more meaningful kisses.
the two of you separate and the way he looked at you made you feel so secure and.. confident.
"some day i'll find out who you really are."
#vanillaan#request#mysterion#kenny south park x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#mysterion x reader#south park#kenny south park
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You always meet twice 9
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
Ghost/Soap
NSFW
It took nearly 3 months for them to have enough time to get on leave, missions being back to back and Soap has the feeling he missed the point to tell Ghost he found the news articels about his families death. So they are on a flight to Manchester to vistet a graveyard. Great he really did something here. He looks out the window of the plane there are on. Only clouds and still 2 hours left till they are landing. Ghost is reading the book he bought at the airport but it dont really look like hes enjoying it. Soap start to bounce his legs, as hes getting nervous about 'seeing' Tommy for the first time since he joined the millitary. A hand is resting on his leg and Ghost gives him a questioning look.
"Nervous", he simply says and Ghost goes back to his book. Soap has to hold back a annoyed sound, Ghost is even more closed off then normal. Soap knows it is becasue he is sharing a gigantic part of his personal life that he likely never talks to anyone about. It also is not helping seeing Ghost in civilian clothes. wearing a surgial facemask, sunglasses and bennie to hide his identity as much as possible. Soap himslef is wearing a oversieceed hoodie to conceal how buff he is, just like Ghost. Two rows infront of them a couple is arguing louder and louder about a guy called Ryan. Soap never is somebody to ovehear other people problems, but these two are loud on a air plane and it is intressting and imbossible not to hear. At least more intressting then looking out the window on a flight. He flighs so much for work, so why is flying on leave so diffrent?
"Soap?", Ghost wisperes looking at him. Soap started to bounce his legs again.
"Bit nervous, don't know, guess not the same as flying for work." Soap tries to explain and Ghost clearly dont get it but nods anyway.
"Dont like the entertainment?" Ghost ask refering to the couple.
"Well I know more about this Ryan I ever wanted to know", Soap answers the question. Like really can't they fight in private?
"At least Ryan makes me cum something you can't do because you cant keep it up longer then 30 seconds." The woman says for the whole plane to hear and the two are sharing a look with the third person in the row. A very pregnant pause before the man is answering.
"Well it really hard to fuck somebody that sounds like a guinea-pig."
"The fuck", Ghost is wispering and Soap now has ro many questions in his head.
The fly of hell is finally over and they walk out the airport taking a taxi to the hotel they are staying in. They are silent and driver tried a conversation but Soap who usally chats off everybody ears said they had a rough flight and the driver understands. Soap as the more social person is handling checking in, while Ghost is checking out the lobby for potential threats. They have a room on the 10th floor at the very end of the hallway. Soap opens the door to a room with one queen bed. Ghost own nervousnes spikes at this. They can sleep in the same bed, no problem right? Soap is also nervous about the one bed, because his brain is hunted by Ghost and he's not sure if he will not do something dumb. They look at each other absolutely exhausted from the mission and the horrible flight.
"Window or door? "Ghost asks simply wanting to sleep.
"Window", Soap yawns his answer before dropping the bag on the couch. He watches Ghost who is reaching for a hiden knife hes not wearing because they flew civlian.
"We can buy a knife later", Soap jokes after Ghost is reaching for the next hiden knife. Ghost is turning towards him, giving him an angry look that is hiden behind the stupid sunglasses making Soap laught softly. He steps towards Ghost and removing his cover.
"The receptionist ask me if you are a star or something. Told her you are." Soap babbels a bit trying to not look directly into Ghost eyes. But he wants to look in these warm brown eyes.
"Maybe Im just ashamed to be see with you outsite of work and dont want to be reconiced." Ghost quips back, huffing amussed about it.
"Eejit" Ghost smiles amused at this, before ruffeling Soaps hair what is pissing the scot off even more. Ghost pulls off the mask and Soaps protest is stucked in his throat, holly shit dont freak out, stay calm, you saw his face before. More then ones by now.
"Get ready for a short rest, Sergeant", Ghost orders more as a joke but Soap follows his order with out thinking. Ghost chuckels, he didnt even use his Lieutant voice, ones a soilder always a soilder huh. Soap is pulling out some cloths out of his bag before disapearing in the bathroom. God damm it, he still needs to tell Soap that Tommy is dead.
Soap is closing the bathromm door, now is probably the time to tell Ghost he knows about the death of his family. He stripps out of the hoodie he actully Ghosts that got mixed up in the wasching and he never told Ghost. He dont even thinks Ghost knows that one of his black hoddies is missing. He keeps the T-shirt on and then strips out of the jeans, he for some reason chose to wear on a 4 hour flight. After putting on a pair of sweatpants, that are a littel to short on the legs and thigt for him now, but still good to sleep in. Splashing some water in his face before he picks up his cloths and leaves the bath room.
"Ghost", he says a bit unsure geting bouncy again wipping on his feet back and forth.
"You broke something?", Ghost asks confused by his behaivor.
"I... I know they are death and we will go to a graveyard", Soap shares his knowledge. Ghost is tillting his head looking like he is a bit more relaxed.
"Did you listen to one of these awfull potcasts?", Ghost just asks sounding tired. If they get even more out of hand he has to kill some of them.
"No, I saw the headlins of the news articles from when it happend. Didnt fell right to snoop further", Soap states and Ghost nods.
"Thanks Soap." Ghost says before he enters the bathroom. Soap drops down on his site of the bed and thinks about the thanks. A small word meaning a whole lot. Thanks for respecting them, thanks for not brining it up as soon as you learend, thanks for giving me the space to get ready to talk with you about it. A smile is apearing on Soaps face at this before he looks at his phone. Doing a quick search of techno clubs in Manchester. He can bring it up to Ghost later, about going to in a techno club in Tommys memories. He doesnt hear Ghost returning to the room, till the man is standing next to the bed.
"If you steal the blanket I will kick you out the bed." Ghost treatents him and Soap knows that this is not an empty one, being able to identfy Ghost modes by his voice alone by now.
"Well, then I still have the blanket", Soap points out grinning getting a anoyed sound from Ghost.
"3 hours enough?", Ghost ask being on his phone.
"Yes, Sir."
When Ghost is slowly being pulled out of sleep, he feels something heavy on his shoulder and chest. His instincts are imidiatly kicking in, pinning what ever is on his chest down into the bed. Reaching for the hidden knive that should be onder his pillow, to just not find one.
"God damit L.T.", a very familiar voice is complaining and Ghost need a few minutes to put one and one together. Right he is in a hotel in Manchester with Soap because they are visiting Tommys grave. So no knife under the pillow and Soap used him as a pillow. He gets of he Sergent mumbeling a sorry. Soap is revield that the weight on him is gone, but is know very aware on how hot his body thinks the whole situation was. Hes half hard and he his cheeks are red. Worst moment to learn something new about himself.
"You're heavy", Soap fake complains to play of how into he is in what happend.
"Need to eat more vegetables so you get big and strong." Ghost throws back and Soap nearly says something very dumb.
"I ate all my vegetables"; Soap stattes, a lie he only eat like 3 as a child, but all of them. So really a half lie.
"Com'on, Price will hate it if we get caught breaking into a graveyard."
The drive is short and Soap is a bit more chatty with the driver and Ghost just feels how all the conflicting feelings he always get when visiting the graves. He usally did break in, in the middel of the night, its more private and fits his mode better. The problem is that Soap is such an unknown factor in this visite. He thinks he now understands how Tommy felt when he intruduced Beth to his mother, he still made fun of his brother while being deployed at the time. Tommy absolutly give him the same shit now if they would be alive. He honestly would be a lot less nervous to introduce Soap to his living mother, because she would absolutly love Soap. Her not meeting him feels so wrong, its unfair one of the endless thinks that Roba is taking from him beyond the grave. Of course Soap notice him being even more closed of as usall checking in on him in the same silent way they do on missions. Ghost slowly nods unsure if he should not shake his head instead, Soap would understand and tell him they dont have to go there today. Deep down he knows he would find reasons for them not going here, he needs to remember this is not about him, its about Soap being able to say goodbye to Tommy. They reach the graveyard and get out, Ghost is not sure he will find the way when its not dark.
They need some time to find the grave site, Soap is polite enough to not comment on it. They are standing in front of it and Ghost feels himself locking all his emotions away. The only thing to stop him from fully disasociating is Soaps hand holding his.
"You think they would like me?", Soap asks sudenly knowing that his own family after some time would absolutly love Ghost.
"Without a doubt", Ghost answers tears starting to fill his eyes. It never felt like this. Its always this painfull emptyness and he never crys, so why now? Why now after so many years.
"You think I would be Josephs favourite uncle?", Sopa asks more as a joke to lighten up the mode a bit.
"Never." Ghost answers voice thin, holding back the tears as best as he could. Soap looks at Tommys name thinking really strong that he dont need to worry and he will look after Ghost for them now. He gives Ghost the time he needs, squising his hand and rubbing with his thumb over the knuckels of Ghost hands. They stand in silence for a moment till Soaps stomach growls loudly. He looks up at Ghost smilling unsure a font teary smile on Ghost face.
"Cant have my favourite Sergeant starve can I?", Ghost jokes getting a glare from Soap that screams eejit, but hes to respectfull to say it at the graves.
"I could eat", Soap agress after a while, his stomach doing funny things when he sees the amused smile on Ghost face. Hes so in love with Ghost its painfull sometimes. He also feels proud to make Ghsot smile when being here is clearly very hard for him. They are dancing around each other for months now and Soap is confident that Ghost feels the same about him, as he feels about Ghost. Ghost is using hth not intervient hand to lift Soaps chin up, and Soaps heart is ready to beating so fast it springs out his chest. Their first kiss on a graveyard, things that happen to you when you have a crush, no fall in love, with a guy everyone calls Ghost. Its a short kiss, before Ghost pulls him towards the exit.
Ghost leeds him to a hole in the wall italian restaurant, with amazing lasagna. Ghost is eating his spaghetti with a aioli sauce and shrimps. Not something he thought Ghost eats with his history of what he consinders food on a mission.
"This was moms favourite", Ghost says inbetween bites and Soap is not sure if he minds the restaurant or the dish. Nodding understanding, maybe its both.
"You always go here?" Soap asks leaving out the when you viste their graves and Ghost nods with a mouth full of pasta.
"Usally before." Soap frowns at this, slowly conecting the dots, leting out a painful sigh, of course Ghost vistes the graves in the middel of the night. Ghost shrugs at him, whos there to judge him before. Besites the dead but they keeped ther opinon to themselves.
"You want to go to a rave?", Soap asks feeling there is now good time to ask the question, but a restaurante is better then next to the graves. Ghost is chewing his pasta thinking about it.
"To honor his memory?", he asks and Soap nods mouth full of lasagna. "You already have a place dont you?" Soap smiles at this, trying to look innocent. Ghost should have known but he also has no reason why they should not go. Soaps lucky Ghost likes him and has no knife with him. Every other person would get stabbed.
"No talk to dubios people", Ghost warns him and Soap is pointing his forke full of food towards him.
"I can protect myself now." Getting a 'are you sure about that' look from Ghost, have saved Soaps life numerous times now, by simply watching his six. "Eejit."
Ghost is ones more reminded he absolutly hates techno and only listens to it when he misses Tommy really badly. Atleast Soap dont forces him on the dance floor, yet. He has the felling Soap absolutly wants to dance with him at some point. Well, if he looks at the crowed wipping from site to site with your arms up and jumping from time to time is something he can do. Watching their drinks, looking grumpy and keeping an eye on Soap nothing changed since he and Tommy became friends, well minus dealers. Atleast he hopes so, for the dealers sake, because whatever Soap does not do to them he absolutly will.
"Eh, exuse me?", a high pitched voice is screaming a question to him over the music and 3 teenager girls are standing next to him. He raises a eyebrow trying to figure out if they are even old enough to be here.
"Yes?", he acknowledegs them two hiding behind the girl that talked to him.
"Can you watch our drinks, we want to dance and.. ehh", the girl stammers also losing her courage the longer he stares at them.
"Sure" Ghost agress, three more glasses are really not a problem. The girl gives him a big smile that reminds him of Joseph. He lets it not affect his mood, honestly the three are very smart for asking somebody like him.
"Thank you." With that three glasses are palced on the table Ghost is claiming as his own and the girls are disapearing on the dance floor. He dont sees Soap or the girls for at least an hour, when Soap is getting out of the crowd. Smilling at him, not even minding Ghost is not dancing with him.
"Had fun?", Ghost asks him and Soap nods, before taking a sip from the now warm beer. Before he points to the three glasses that where not here when he left Ghost alone.
"Looking at them for somebody", Ghost explains and Soap gives him a puzzelt look. Who in their right mind would ask Ghost to watch their drink with the aura hes radiating? Must be some brave souls. Soap looks at Ghost, with the lights its not that easy, but hes pretty sure Ghost reached his limit to be here. So he trys to finishes hes beer quickly till the people that asked Ghost to look after them come back si they can leave soon after. Ten minutes later the first girl is coming out the crowd, shortly followed by the other two. Soap watches them, smillling at them while they look betwenn the two. The girl that askes him is still trying to figure out how their relationship, while sipping her drink.
"So you two are... like dating?", the girl asks after a while looking at Ghost for an answer.
"We're thinking about it", Ghost gives a vague enough answer. The girl nods at this still looking inbetwenn the two.
"Celine, thats non of our buisness", one of the other girls warns her. Celine is shrugging at that, she askes a harmless question. The third girl is looking at her phone, eyes wide and hands shaking.
"Lilly?", the still nameless girls asks her. Lilly is mouthing mom. Soap and Ghost give each other a look. Clearly both asking themsleves if the girls are atleast 18.
"Your mom is calling?", Celine asks finishing the rest of her drink in one big gulp. Lilly is mouthing facetime. Looks like these three are in trouble. Celine looks at the two soilders smilling.
"Hope you figure it out, we have to go and thanks again." With that the three girls disapearing towards the next exit. Soap chuckels at this, he dont even know how often Tommy and him ended up in a similar situation.
"We're thinking about it huh?", Soap says after a he finished his beer. Getting a 'watch what your saying' look from Ghost. Really Soap has no buisness saying anything about this, he send drunk expliced text and voice messages to his CO. Soap finsihes the last bit of beer in his bottel and the moment he palced it down on hte table, Ghost is leaning in close to his ear.
"Pretty sure when I look there is a message on my phone of you telling me something about my dick in your ass. So what else should i have answered because a simple coworkers is not covering it." Soaps feels his face flushing, and hes lucky Ghost is so close to his ear he cant see the rest of his face. Jesus why does Ghost have to bring that up now? Soap is opening and closing his mouth no words leaving it.
"Cat got your tounge? Johnny?", Ghost asks smugly knowing he is crossing some wires in Soaps brain.
"So does that mean you want to fuck?", Soaps asks a bit unsure where this is leading.
"You still want to ride my dick badly?" Ghost simply asks back as if hes asking is water wet, before kissing Soaps cheek. The heat on Soaps face is burning stronger, oh god, yes.
"Yes." Soap answers after his brain needs a bit to long to figure out how speaking works.
"Lets get out of here."
Ghost has no idea how they got back to the hotel room at all, but they both pulled the other at some part of the way both eager to go bak to the room. The moment the door is closed he pressing Soap against a wall, kissing him, how he wants to for a while now. Feeling how Soaps arms are closing around his shoulders.
"You know these voice messages you sent me? You fucking tease, drove me insane and ever since I plan to get these noices out of you", Ghost wispers against Soaps lips, felling how Soaps breath is hitching at this. Picking up the Sergeant like he weights nothing to put him on the bed, stepping back a few steps. Looking at his meal, his delicous meal. The red cheeks, the way Soap licks over his lips, the confident smile, that he ever thought they would not end up at this point. In the end he has to be honest with himself, Soaps text just speed up what would have happend sonner or later.
"Just looking? Sir?", Soap asks sitting up to watch what Ghost is doing. Looking the other man up and down, stoping a bit longer at the bulche of Ghost dick and damm it does look big. Ghost walks towards the bed, getting out of the black shirt he wore at the club. Soap is smillig cocky at him, before opening his legs a bit wider so that Ghost can fit in between them better. Ghost leans down to kiss him again using his hands to pin Soaps thighs down. They kiss for a while till Soap makes a annoyed whine, needing some fiction at his dick.
"So impatient", Ghost huffes at this before removing the shirt from Soap. Wanting to respond but Ghost is kissing him breathless. Soap uses his hands to roam over Ghost back, trying to not linger on the scars to much. Scratching down Ghost spine when he grows inpatient again. His pants are uncomfortable thight and need to get them off. Ghost smiles against his lips, before he sits up and his hands fly towards Sopas belt.
"Si..mon", Soap moans a complaint, when Ghost is rubbing over his dick to tease him a but more.
"Patience Johnny, I waited for monthes to get here, you can wait a few more minutes", Ghost chuckels opening Soaps sipper.
"I rather get fucked by you for a few more minutes", Soap answers shoving his pants and underwear down.
"I think we can have both." Soap thinks about flipping Ghost of for this, but a hand is around his dick. Ghost smears the pre cum with his thumb, before licking the finger clean, keeping eye contact with Soap, holding the others chin so he cant look away if he wanted to, but Soap dont want to. Then Ghost stands up, to get to his bag and leavin the scit to make a frustrated noice.
"Catch." With that a full bottel of lube, Soap has no idea when Ghost bought that, is flying towards him and a few condoms. Ghost smiles pleased at Soap confused look. While Ghost returns to the bed, Soap is opening the bottel. Squezing a good amount on Ghost holt out hand. Ghost warms up the lube, while John is turning around for easier access. Ghost spreads the lube, around Soaps hole before, he pushes the first finger in. He takes his time, always waiting for a impaient sound from Soap before he continues the preparation.
"Its good, focus on your legs at the moment", Ghost says into the room, after a while to rail Soap up a bit more.
"Si", Soap complains wanting to get to the main programm.
"Just a littel more or your into a bit of pain with your pleasure?" The moan that Soap is making is not really helping to understand what he wants.
"Words, Johnny." Everytime Soap trys to answer Ghost is rubbing over his prostate.
"Si, just get your dick out", Soap gets the words out, hes sure Ghost would have the patient to make him cum with his fingers only. The other is reaching for one of the condoms as asked, before he gets out his pants and boxers, only now realising how uncomfortable his pants gotten to engaged with getting Soap ready and rilled up. Soap turns around and gulps a bit, shit Ghost is big. Maybe he should just have waited till Ghost thinks hes ready, but well he wont back down, just going slow. He strandels Ghost lap, kissing him to get his nerves a bit down. Still not believing this is happening. Ghost is leaning back pulling the scot with him, till his back hits the sheets. Roaming his hands greedly over all of the skin he can reach till he rests them on Soaps waiste. Soap pulls back, feeling for the condom Ghost dropped somewhere on the bed. He finds it and looks at the foile for the size, getting a smug grin from Ghost. He takes place in between Ghost legs, so he sees what hes doing, with the condom and beause he wants to play with Ghost dick for a bit. Like Ghost earlier he uses his thumb to get gather pre cum at the tip and licks it of his finger, before he rolls the condom down, with one smooth motion realising, he barly can close his hand a round the grith. He swallows, this is probably the bigest dick he ever had. He takes the lube Ghost is holding out for him, before he lubes up Ghost dick, being more generous then he normaly would be. He gets in position and Ghost hands return to his waist. He sinks down slowly, feeling the stretch and how Ghost is also making sure he dont goes down to fast with all the impaients he shown earlier.
"Fuck", Soap courses when hes halfway down, deffentitly the biggest he ever had. "You're fucking big, Si." Ghost is rubbing circels in his skin, watching how he slowly disapears in Soap.
"Taking it so well", Ghost purrs some praise and Soap invoulentary sinks down a few more inches. Moaning when the tip is rubbing along his prostate. Precum drolling out of Soaps dick at this. Soap wiggels a bit from site to site as a test and the grith is so big theres no way it wont rub along his prostate the whole time.
"And is it the best ass your dick was ever in?", Soap jokes before going down a bit further. Ghost chuckels at this shacking his head.
"Had worse", Ghost simply states pushing Soap down a bit further, making the scot drow his head back. "So thats the best dick you ever had up your ass?"
Soap laughts at this, he should have known that Ghost would throw the question right back at him.
"Top 3 worthy", Soap admits and slightly challenges Ghost, before he sinks down the rest of Ghosts cock. They both are panting and Soap needs a while to get used to how full he feels, finally putting his hands on the others man chest. Soap starts slow, barely lifting himself up, before he goes down again a constant flow of pre cum leaking out of him, with every moment, oh this will be a amazing orgasm when he gets there. Ghost hands wander down to his hips, possesivly holding him. He will wake up with two hansprints on his hip. Slowly working himself up to a rythem that is not to over stimulating for him. He looks down at Ghost whos eyes are half closed, mesmericed by what Soap is doing to him, his lips are sligtly open and hes smilling. Soap cant stop feeling proud about this. He does this to the Ghost most feared asset of the SAS. Hands wander down his legs and Ghost is pushing his knees further apart changing the angle, causing his dick to push more against Soaps prostate.
Ghost is not sure how long he just watches, but he feels that Soaps thighs are shaking by now from the work the scot is putting into ridding him. He swattes Soap hand away when he try to reach for his dick.
"Si?", Soap pants, barely abel to take it much longer.
"Pretty sure the best dick you ever had is enough to make you come untouched, Johnny", Ghost states, loving the distressed sound Soap is making. He knows the other is at his limit, about to burst, but a selfish part of him, wants, no needs Soap to come only one his dick.
"Simon, please" Soaps desperation is such a turn on for Ghost, he wants the scot to go for longer. On the other hand he said please and how is he supossed to not give in. He uses one of the moves they use in training to flip them over, using all his weight to press Soap down on the matress. Soap trys to push himself up, but Ghost is increasing the weight on the other to keep him down.
"As much as I enjoyed the view I had." He feels Soap shivering at this, seeing the scot clawing the sheets. "I rather fuck you like I want to now."
Ghost goes deep and slow feeling every shiver Soap is making, his moans muffelt by the pillow. Soap is starting to squirm under him, the worse the overstimulation gets.
"Si, please", Soap sobs in the pillow its getting to much.
"Its easy Johnny, you just come from my dick and its over", Ghost explains directly in Soaps ear.
"I never", Soap whines and shit, now Ghost wants to be the first so bad, he wants to ruine Soap for everybody else, claiming the spot of Soaps best fuck ever making sure nobody will ever be better then him.
"You can do it", Ghost encurages him. Going a bit faster, and the moan from Soap is barely muffeld by the pillow. Soap feels himself starting to cry, with how overwhelming this is getting.
"Come for me", Ghost oders him and that somehow what he needs. His vison goes white, while is dick is exploding making an absolute mess on the sheets.
Ghost gets in a few more trust in to Soap before the comes in as well. Soap going limb under him. He pulls out carefully goes into the bath room throwing the condom away, before he gets a towl wet, to clean Soap up. He carefully moves Soap checking in on him, wipping the tears away, he needs to aks about them later. Wipping the cum from Soap and the bed, before the returns the towel to the bath room and drinks some water before he fills up a glass for Soap.
It takes Soap sometime to get back in the world of the living, felling a hand rubbing along his spine. He makes a sound blinking his eyes open. His head resting on Ghost chest.
"Si?", he slurrs his words confused. Feeling a kiss to the top of his head. Hes not sure if Ghost is saying something to him, but slowly he starts to feel he fabric of the sheets and the warmth of Ghost body. The next think he feels, is that is left shoulder hurts for some reason. He lifts his head, blinking at Ghost whos having a smug yet somehow pleased smile on his face.
"Si?", Soap says a lot clearer now and a glass is coming in his field of few. With the help of Ghost he drinks all of it.
"Did you bite me?", Soap asks and Ghost smiles apologetic at him.
"Yeah, when i came to not be to loud", Ghost admits.
"Fucking animal."
"No i would have fucked you diffrent, if i wanted to fuck you like a animal." Soap weekly slaps Ghosts chest.
"You never gonna get rid of me if you fuck me this good every time." Ghost kisses his forehead at this. As if he wouldn't keep Soap to himself.
"Did I hurt you, you cryed." Soap needs some times to get enough braincells working.
"No, a bit to much, because somebodies ego needed me to come with out my dick touched." Ghost kisses him, being absolutely pleased with himself.
"Dont worry I will only do it when we have the time for it." Soap looks up at him, yawning noding along.
"That sounds good, Si", Soap yawns out while fighting his eyes to stay open a bit longer.
"Sleep love", Ghost is wispering in his hair, before alowing himslef to also fall asleep.
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Crossed Paths (Pt. 3)
Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc
Author’s note: Ooh things are getting a little bit heated. Also lmk if i should start putting warnings or anything. And leave me feedback as well. I like to know how other people feel about it.
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 4
Crossed Paths
‘im outside,’ Farleigh texts.
Jordan looks at her phone, quickly checking her outfit in the mirror before leaving. She walked down the stairs and noticed Farleigh waiting outside, leaning on the lamppost.
“Hi, stranger,” Jordan announces herself.
“Hey, Jordy,” Farleigh says softly.
“So where’s this bar at, or shall I say ‘pub,’” Jordan laughs to herself, “I’m hilarious.”
Farleigh looks at her in faux disgust, “Americans, tsk.”
“What, I’m funny,” Jordan responds as Farleigh stares at her, “Mmm, tough crowd, I guess.”
“Anyways, the bar is about a ten-minute walk, so we’ll be there soon, but try to keep up. I know you have short legs,” Farleigh jokes.
“Maybe if one of your strides didn’t equal ten feet, I wouldn’t have to rush so bad,” Jordan rolls her eyes and whispers, “Big ass feet.”
Farleigh gasps, “ I heard that. You can find the bar by yourself.” He walks away dramatically.
“Wait!” Jordan throws her hand out as she tries to catch up with him, “Don’t leave me!”
Farleigh and Jordan enter ‘King’s Arm.’
“Farleigh! Jordan!” Venetia yells while waving her hand.
The two walk up to the siblings. “We already bought a round of drinks,” Felix explains, “Take your pick.”
“I’ve never had beer before,” Jordan says.
“You’re 19, and you’ve never drank before?” Venetia asks
“You have to be 21 to drink in America, Vee, but who’s to say I’ve never drank before?” Jordan continues, “There’s a lot y’all don’t know about me.”
Farleigh leans forward and rests his head in his hands, “Well then, tell us more about yourself.”
The group stares at Jordan expectingly.
“Uh,” Jordan looks around nervously, “Well, firstly, stop staring at me like that.”
The group laughs, “Sorry. You can continue,” Felix insists.
“Well. I’m 19. I was born on April 1 in Houston, Texas. I live with my mom in Houston. My favorite things to do are read, write, and play the Sims 2,” She ponders, “My home university is Rice University in Houston. Still, I’m here for an exchange program. I’ll be here for a year, so…” Jordan trails off.
“Rice is an Ivy League, isn’t it?” Farleigh asks.
“Yeah, my SAT was 1500, I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA, and I won numerous writing competitions,” Jordan states. The group looks at her in disbelief, “Not to brag or anything,” she clarifies.
“I think you’re the smartest one out of all of us,” Venetia says.
“Don’t say that,” Jordan laughs, her tone slightly uneasy.
“No, really, you’re extremely intelligent. Oxford is going to be easy for you, I promise.” Farleigh reassures.
The group continues to converse until the end of the night, gradually getting louder and more comfortable with each other.
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Jordan and Farleigh walk around the town square to pass the time. “Are you going home for Christmas?” Farleigh wonders.
“Farleigh, I just got here. Tickets are way too expensive to return for Christmas. I’ll probably go back sometime in the springtime,” Jordana responds, “What about you?”
“No, I’m staying here. That brings me to ask, do you want to go to the college Christmas party in two weeks,” Farleigh asks while taking out a cigarette, “Do you smoke?”
“No, I smoke other things, though,” Jordan responds with a slight smirk.
Farleigh stares at her curiously, “Like, what?”
Jordan gives a deadpan look, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Lucky for you, there will be much of that at the party. So is that a yesss?’ Farleigh continuously pokes Jordan.
“Oh my god, yes, I’ll be at the party,” Jordan says while laughing.
“Good, I can’t wait. Now, let’s get you home.”
Jordan and Farleigh continue walking to her apartment while joking with each other. As they strolled through the dimly lit streets, the banter between Jordan and Farleigh continued, filling the night air with laughter.
Two weeks later
“Farleigh, I have to do math tutoring with this asshole in my class. He’s so annoying, like, why is it mandatory for exchange students to do this shit?” Jordan holds her phone between her ear and shoulder while cleaning her apartment.
Farleigh chuckles on the other line, “Who’s the unlucky guy to be graced with your presence?”
“Firstly, die. Secondly, his name is Michael or something. He thinks he’s hot shit because he can do his times table in his head. Do y’all not realize I passed my SAT with a 1500? I’m no dummy. I can’t believe-” Jordan rants until Farleigh cuts in, “Michael Gavey? Yeah, I don’t like him. I think he’s even friends with Oliver.”
“Ugh, of course, they know each other. Honestly, if I have to hear one of Oliver’s lackluster essays again, I think I would rip my eardrums out.” Jordan complains.
“Right on sista,” Farleigh exclaims
Jordan changes the subject, “So party starts at nine, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be at your place around 9:30. You’ll have more than enough time to be ready,” Farleigh confirms.
“Ooh, I’m so excited. My first English party. My outfit is so cute, oh my gosh. I can’t wait till y’all see it,” Jordan talks excitedly.
“You look good in anything, Jordy. I can’t wait to see it either.”
“Stop, you’re making me blush over the phone. But thanks, Farleigh, I appreciate the compliment.” Jordan says with a laugh.
“I’m just saying. So see you at 9:30,” Farleigh asks for confirmation.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Jordan says before hanging up, excitement bubbling for her first English party.
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Jordan walks outside and sees Farleigh, Venetia, and Felix all smoking while waiting for her. She lightly jogs over to them.
“Hi, guys!” Jordan exclaims.
“Oh Jordan, you look so pretty,” Ventia yells, “Do a spin for us.”
Jordan grins and obliges, twirling around.
“You look beautiful, Jordy,” Farleigh says.
“Thanks, Farleigh,” Jordan blushes.
“Did you make the dress yourself,” Felix asks as the group walks towards the commons building.
“Only part of it. The dress didn’t come with the fluffy stuff on it, so I had to sew that on real quick,” Jordan explains.
“A woman of many trades, I see,” Felix jokes.
As they continue walking towards the party, they hear the music getting louder. Farleigh walks next to Jordan and leans down to whisper in her ear, “I got in contact with someone to get you what you want.”
She looks up at him sideways, “Why are you whispering? It's just weed.”
Farleigh stands straight and clears his throat, “I like to be mysterious. Adds to the thrill.”
Jordan chuckles, “Fair enough. How much do they charge?”
“Usually 40, but I got it down to 25,” Farleigh says.
Jordan pats on his chest, “Good job,” She grabs his hand, “Let’s go inside.” They share a laugh as they enter the lively atmosphere of the party.
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The group enters the party, immediately engulfed by the pulsating beat of the music. The room is filled with students chatting, dancing, and enjoying the festive atmosphere. Venetia heads straight to the dance floor, pulling Felix along while Farleigh and Jordan make their way to the bar.
“Are they playing Beyonce,” Jordan yells over the loud music.
“That’s what it sounds like,” Farleigh responds just as loudly.
“Is Lucas here,” Farleigh asks the bartender. “Yeah, he’s over there,” the bartender points to the corner where Lucas stands with friends.
“We’ll be back,” Farleigh yells at the bartender, “Have a round ready.” The bartender nods.
Farleigh grabs Jordan’s hand and pulls her over to Lucas. “Farleigh, what’s up,” Lucas yells.
“You know what I’m here for,” Farleigh digs in his pocket and pulls out 25£.
Lucas looks down at Farleigh’s hand and takes the cash. “Of course,” he puts something in Farleigh's hand.
Farleigh sees four pre-rolls. He nods at Lucas before he and Jordan walk back to the bar.
“Here you go,” Farleigh places two rolls in Jordan’s hand, “You even have one for later.”
“I didn’t think you were gonna pay for them. I’ll pay you back,” Jordan said, putting one of the joints to her lips. “Do you have a lighter?”
“Yeah,” Farleigh takes out his lighter and brings the lighter up to Jordan’s joint. Farleigh holds the flame steady as Jordan leans in, her eyes locked onto his. The soft glow from the lighter emphasizes the features of her face. Has she always had a mole there?
The air between them cackles with an unspoken tension.
As Jordan pulled away, a small smile on her lips, she exhaled the smoke in Farleigh’s face. Farleigh blinks, momentarily caught off guard.
“Let’s take a shot,” she insists as she grabs a glass.
“Uh yeah,” Farleigh grabs a glass.
“Cheers,” They both yell out.
“Now let’s dance,” Farleigh grabs Jordan’s hand and leads her to the dance floor with Venetia and Felix.
The group loses themselves in the rhythmic movement, the colorful lights casting a vibrant glow on their laughter-filled faces. Jordan’s moves are graceful, drawing Farleigh’s attention. Farleigh, matching her energy, moves in sync with the music. They dance close to each other, Jordan’s back on Farleigh’s chest. Jordan turns around, facing Farleigh, who puts his hands around her waist. Jordan takes another drag of her joint and pulls Farleigh’s face closer to hers, their lips almost grazing as she blows the smoke into his mouth.
Farleigh breathes in and exhales slowly, “What are you doing to me?” he whispers.
“What do you mean,” Jordan teases with faux innocence before turning around and leaving to dance with Venetia.
Felix walks up to Farleigh, a knowing grin on his face. Farleigh looks at him and rolls his eyes, “Don’t say anything.”
“I didn’t even say any-” Felix starts.
“Shut up.”
The night unfolds with laughter, music, and the undeniable tension between Jordan and Farleigh.
#farleigh imagine#farleigh start x reader#farleigh x reader#oliver quick#venetia catton#felix catton#saltburn imagine#saltburn#archie madekwe
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Hi I saw this on my dash and wanted to say I agree with your anon and your reply so much. The thing that annoys me the most isn't that she stays silent about x issues it's that she constantly claims to be a massive ally/activist for x groups/issues but when it's actually time to be an active ally she says NOTHING. It's clear in her doc she only said all that she did about being an ally and how actions speak louder than words to make herself look good bc people were calling her out, not bc she actually cared. What has she done since that doc was made in 2020? She hasn't done many actions and even with just words she's been mostly silent on things.
It's like her constantly claiming she is a massive feminist and cares about women's issues but when many women [along with trans men and NBs] had to deal with abortions being banded/illegal on a federal level in the USA she didn't say anything until after the decision was finalized why bc she's billionaire rich and worldwide famous so it wouldn't effect her. Her fans claim her speaking up before hand wouldn't have done anything and that is the dumbest shit I've heard given her fame and power status. She only cares about feminism or any women's issues when she gets to be at the center of it and she just uses it as a weapon so others can't hate on her.
Let's not even get started how she's the appitmy of "white feminism" [or how I see it caring about feminism only when it benefits herself] bc she screams feminism but I didn't see her saying anything when a poor innocent young woc was getting racist death threats from HER fanbase bc of a tweet SHE made. Wasn't the actresses fault that one line joke was made blame the writers of that netflix show! This situation alone tells me she hasn't "changed/learned" like she claimed in her doc.
She's the exact same as she was back in the day when she was silent on the fact white supremist groups idolized her and claimed her as "one of them". She was silent for years on the matter and only said something when she changed from typical southern country gal to liberal pop girlie and her older pop fanbase was like umm what is this? I honestly don't understand how ANYONE over looks the ws group situation. It's very alarming. She's not a kind of done some questionable things person it's VERY red flag things she has done or in this case not done.
When it comes to the music portion it's just like you said if she wasn't shoved down our throats 24/7 and treated like the greatest artist who ever lived we wouldn't care so much her music is average and her latest album was awful. All the lyrics I've seen on SM are so wtf? Who wrote this? THIS is the "greatest writer of our generation"? Outing her ex as someone with mental health issues and how you just wanted him to "easily get better" so you could love him? Outing yourself as awful [yet again] by saying the things your other ex did was just "bad jokes" and you thougut you could fix him bc racism, misogyny and SAing workers on stage at your concerts are just "bad jokes". Romanticizing 1800s America. Acting like you had a lower class upbringing with many bills to pay when really you had a rich upbringing and your daddy bought your way into the music industry.
Also her putting out 20+ versions of one damn album so she can make as much money as possible and have as many streams as possible is so 😵💫. It was such a cash grab when she had the backs of midnight vinyls be a puzzle picture that forced fans to buy 4 vinyl copies of 1 damn album or it just looked like an incomplete shelf piece for fans.
Lastly it's just like you said most of us who dislike her don't dislike her because she's a women it's bc she's an awful person who uses x issues and people to further her own agenda and only really cares about herself and will step on anyone just to make herself look better and more of a victim. The only victim thing she has actually dealt with was her music being bought from under her BUT now she owns her own music and found a way to make it a huge cash grab for herself so she could get that billionaire status. 🤩 She needs to stop using feminism as a means to try and stop people from calling her ass out for being problematic!!!
The post anon is referring to is here, for those wondering
Anon, you are so very, very right, and I personally want to give you a round of applause: 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
One thing I want to elaborate on (because I find it endlessly funny/ironic), is where you said "She was silent for years on the matter and only said something when she changed from typical southern country gal to liberal pop girlie..."
Taylor Swift was *never* a "southern country gal". She's from Pennsylvania. A big white McMansion with a swimming pool in Pennsylvania. All those old songs about summer nights in the country? The cowboy boots? Sweet Tea (referenced in an unreleased song)? Yeah, lies. She painted the image of a good ol' Tennessee princess pretty darn well, didn't she? I'll admit, she fooled me for a while on that, too. But no, she built her career on fraud from day one.
The rest of your ask I'm going to hit point by point, because it's beautiful and made my day and you deserve it.
Performative is her middle name. I about choked when she - a self proclaimed LGBTQ+ ally (side note: you don't get to just decide you're an ally, it's not that easy) - got up on stage in a known LGBTQ+ safe state to make a statement about queer rights, and somehow left queer people out of the statement. It was all "it's so hard for us as friends, family, and allies to see our loved ones face such hatred". As if being an ally is harder than being the queer person actively afraid of getting hate crimed???????? She somehow managed to center herself even when actively talking about an oppressed minority group she has nothing to do with unless she can profit off of us. And she can't even put us at the center of our own oppression. If I hadn't stripped her of her ally status before, that would have done it.
If Taylor Swift can make the impact that she does on economies, the environment, and social trends, she could absolutely speak up about human rights and make a positive change in the world. But she doesn't. Her feral mob loves to brag about how much power they have, but they/their hive mind leader never uses it for anything good. They're just her minions to go bully whoever she's decided deserves her high school mean girl nastiness next. So many artists with ⅛ the reach she does make positive change every day, and she can't be bothered to pay someone to tweet her fake support for oppressed minorities or to stand against a genocide. And it's because she cares about money above all else. Her fans accept the bare minimum of scraps, so she's able to play both sides - before it was the white supremacists and people who weren't raging bigot trash, and now it's homophobes/racists/genocide supporters and people who don't see those things as bad enough to stop supporting someone who happily aligns herself with bigots. It's pure self serving greed.
Is her music shit? Yes. Has it been shit for a while? Yes. But there's alose a lot of music I don't like, for one reason or another. I've never been a fan of "Hey There Delilah" even though it was a MAJORLY popular song. I'm not much of a fan of Maroon 5, or Post Malone, or Yungblood. But unlike those bands, if I turn on the radio at any point, I *will* hear a Taylor Swift song withing twenty minutes. And another one twenty minutes after that. Despite having her blocked/filtered on every social media possible, I see more about her than artists I actively follow the personal accounts of. That's a PROBLEM. Because it's not just that I think both she as a person and her music suck - I'd ignore her as much as I could if that were the case - it's that despite ACTIVELY trying to avoid her, I'm forcibly subjected to her shitty music and shitty actions daily. And her shitty actions aren't just annoying! As a queer person who has queer, black, and disabled friends, her bullshit actively impacts our lives. One of my disabled friends was totally blindsided by this recent "asylum" bullshit, and was so shocked and hurt because, in a different time, they would have been sent to an asylum. They're physically disabled with a degenerative condition. They would have been sent away, drugged up, and forcibly given electroshock and brain surgeries until they died/were murdered. And Taylor Swift is using that aesthetic - disabled people being exploited, abused, tortured, neglected, and murdered - to be "edgy". In turn, she's minimizing just HOW bad that abuse was. That waters down disabled history, and considering disabled people still have to fight SO hard just for basic respect, nevermind access rights and fair treatment, it's an overall thoughtless and disgusting thing for someone with so much money and access to feedback to do.
The multiple releases of albums is nothing short of a scam that her fans keep falling for. I've never in my life heard of an artist doing such a thing. Sometimes you'll get a platinum or deluxe edition if they hit a milestone with that album, which usually has 4-6 new songs and some new art/bonus pictures/a mini poster/etc inside. And that's it, that's the only "duplicate" album we got. Meanwhile, Taylor Swift will release the same album five times in one day, each with one different song and a different cover. She's actively preying on consumerism to line her already fat pockets. At least donate the money to charity! Pick an album = pick a charity? Nope, because she's incapable of not scamming her fans. Case in point: all the Eras merch that requires a masters in chemistry to wash without destroying you $60+ shirt.
She truly has such a huge victim complex that it might ACTUALLY be bigger than her ego. She's no feminist - she'll tear a woman to shreds as soon as it serves her purposes. Hell, she'll tear ANYONE apart just because she's bored. Whether it's siccing her fans on an actress for reading a script she didn't like or basic her ex (AGAIN) for the "crime" of having a mental illness, all she cares about is how other people effect her. She's incapable of compassion, yet weaponizes is and cries big white woman crocodile tears any time her conniving bullshit comes back to bite her in the ass. Then she begs for all the compassion she never shows anyone else. Hell, remember the fan that DIED at her Brazil show? Yeah, that poor girl's family had to CROWD FUND to afford to bring their daughter's *dead body* home for the funeral. Taylor Swift posted a half assed "thoughts and prayers" on her Instagram story - gone forever in 24hrs. But as soon as she gets called out for dating a known racist who gets off to abuse porn? She has every defense in the book as to why "poor little Taylor" doesn't deserve all that mean ol' accountability for her actions. And if she doesn't have the defense? Doesn't matter, her fans can - and have, and will - justify everything up to and including racist harassment, stalking, and death threats!
Genuinely, my dislike of Taylor Swift can be summed up in this: she's a shit person with shit music who uses her disgusting amount of power and money to do nothing but serve herself, regardless of who she hurts in the process. And the rest of us are forced to watch it happen because if you don't worship the chair she farted on people act like you're either stupid, a piece of shit, or both. And then those same people will go on tumblr and post "eat the rich" and "be trans, throw hands" memes as if they didn't just give $300 to a billionaire who couldn't give less of a fuck about any minority to ever exist.
Anyway, thank you again for this, anon. You cleared my skin, watered my crops, and gave me a small amount of faith in humanity back.
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I'm going to start posting online content for the first time in a couple of days, and im scared.. do you have any advice? So I'm going to be doing politics, and I know that comes with a lot of harassment. I'm just really asking if there's anything you wish someone told you before you started putting your stuff out there 😅
I appreciate the ask, so I mulled it for a while. Making content has been a wild ride for me. I’m an aging teacher and I’m surely not a natural to any of this.
I boiled it down to five things. There are more, but I’d have had an easier time of it had I known these.
1. You paint for the back row.
Common expression in drag. It means this.
You never know your whole audience. (Especially on the internet.) Attention is scarce. (Especially on the internet.). You always say it louder and more obvious. Louder. Bigger. Clearer. As a creator, you inevitably get in your own head. That has value! You love the intricacies and the subtleties and the joys of this one effect or this one line. That’ll give you life - but your audience isn’t looking for subtlety. You earn that careful attention, and you’d best get used to yelling for it.
With big bold letters.
2. Good is good enough.
The attention economy thrives on volume. My queue is set to ten things a day. Minimum.
Maybe they miss. Maybe they land. There’s no time to meditate on each missed joke or script or image. You just keep tossing up shots.
It’s wonderful to have the time and space to make the most elevated stuff you can. You have to work hard for that time.
3. LNX is our hero.
I’ve always loved Lil Nas X. I deified him when that Kent State gun girl came at him, and he said he was gonna fuck her dad. He went from appreciated to god level that day.
You can’t appease your critics. They’ll never appreciate your kindness. You can’t convert them. You can troll them back if it gives you life. That’s it. You can block or you can have a laugh. The trolls out here give no quarter; they should expect none from you.
4. Real critique is private.
Maybe some people will have real concerns about your content! Their opinions might well be valid.
On the other hand, they might be nasty little clout chasers looking to get eyes on their own stuff by launching attack campaigns. They’re out of ideas, they’re mediocre, and Big Dramatic Callout is an easy script. It’s been done a million times before, after all.
Easy tell. If they care for real, they’ll say it where no one else can hear. That’s real. Big public callout? Be skeptical. Frustrated people do the Big Callout, but it’s chapter one of the Clout Chaser Handbook as well.
5. Real praise is public
That equation - “real critique is private” - reverses when people wanna tell you they love your stuff.
Many people are nice and they are shy! It is also natural for people to communicate privately. Enjoy the support and praise.
That said, some people may also want things from you. Attention. Resources. Collabs. Bragging rights. Parasocial attachment.
Is this praise real or not? Well, if it’s all in your DMs, best to be skeptical. Your best supporters will say it out loud, in front of everyone. That’s where it counts.
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I hope that helps. Best of luck on your content creation!
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Touch starved - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot
blame @hanas-headcanons for this yall
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Harry-being from the isle, didn’t grow up with normal affection, the most you got physically was fist bumps, baps on the head, punching each other as hard as you could (for funsies~) and the very rare; pats on the back.
Yeah…isle kids didn’t get much affection growing up, leading many many to be touch starved. Such as the C4; Mal would smack at and basically hiss at anyone that tried to touch her that wasn’t Ben or her friends, only to actually melt into Ben’s arms when he hugged her gently. Evie thrived on physical affection, taking every chance she got to huddle up to someone she was close to. Jay loved being just-squished, happy to be the pillow or mattress. Carlos was the most-skittish of the three- he preferred gentle touches and soft hugs, preferring to be the one laying on Jay instead of being under Evie or Mal.
So Harry ended up being…adverse to touch, he didn’t like it, plain and simple. Only people close to him had permission to touch him, Uma and his sisters being the few with that permission. Then he met you, a bright, affectionate, cheery sunspot that suddenly crashed into his life when he arrived in Auradon.
You were just a quiet thing, sitting in the back of the class with your nose buried in your sketchbook. whenever the teacher called on you; you knew the answer, not even looking up from your art. He didn’t know what had drawn him to you, maybe it was that comforting personality you had, maybe it was your soft smile, or maybe it was that you had never judged him for all his mental bullshit.
He just one day realized oh, there you are; as you were laughing about your stupid joke about pirates. That was the day he admitted to himself tha the had fallen in love. He had confessed soon after, and realized you might be a bit more work than he thought, not in a bad way but-you were and are an EXTREMELY affectionate person, he could tell you wanted to hug him when he told you his feelings, but you settled for taking his hands and shaking them about. He felt a little bad, one of the huggiest girls at Auradon prep and she ended up with the one dude who hated hugs.
He remembered telling you so before you really even became friends ‘I hate hugs. Never got em never wanted em’ he could feel the pity coming from you, or maybe it was just sadness in general. “you’ve never been hugged?” you had sounded so broken, as if just the thought hurt you to the core. But after you got together, you compromised, you could do whatever you wanted with his hands, hold em, play with em, anything, just-don’t hug him without a week's warning.
But one day, Harry was fully distracted, and you were too, bouncing around the room hyped up from your art project being accepted for the nautical art competition, leaping towards Harry and into his arms, laughing as he went stone still; snapped out of his daydream.
“oh, crap-im so sorry Harry! I got so caught up in my emotions and-and” you started to pull away, face flushed in embarrassment before Harry held you tight, practically melting into your arms “Harry?”
“where ‘ave ye been all me life” Harry grumbled, his arms around your waist tight and unbreakable, he-he was hugging you. “fuck” you beamed, realizing Harry-liked- your hugs. You quickly held him again, rubbing your face against his head, giggling as he gasped and snuggled into you “fuck” you laughed louder, oh he was just so cute. “pirate puddle” you teased as Harry muttered curses, his cheek smushed into your shoulder as he pressed his hands to the small of your back. One of your hands started to run through his hair, your fingernails scratching his scalp and Harry felt as if he was going to melt right then and there. He let out a garbled mess of noises and you tilted to the side, landing on his bed and continuing to giggle as Harry practically crawled into your lap, every ounce of his weight being pressed against you.
“yeh can hug me whenever ye’ want, jus’ lemme know it’s you first” Harry mumbled, sounding very sleepy, as if just your touch was comforting enough to put his mind at ease to sleep.
You nodded against his head; your lips pressed to his forehead “promise! Promise.” Harry hummed, happy at your response, and moved his face to press into the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin as you giggle at the feeling “told you; hugs are great”
“should’ve listened”
“yep yep”
-end~!-
again, blame Hana for this, they messaged me about touch starved Harry this morning and i just-HAD to, ive been wanting to write TC’d Harry for a while anyway so this just gave me the excuse, gonna do more with different situations, i just wanna see/read Harry fucking shake and melt when (y/n) holds his face for the first time
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#disney descendants#harry hook descendants#harry hook x reader#touch starved isle kids#harry really needed a hug and didnt realize it
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okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩
im going to scream, you don't understand-
-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.
-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.
-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.
-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.
-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.
-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.
-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.
-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh
-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.
-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.
-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.
-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.
-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.
-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.
-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.
-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)
-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.
-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.
-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.
-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off
-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.
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SYPNOSIS: Sunghoon was your best friend. You were his best friend. You love sunghoon. He loves you too, just not quite the same way. You know that you'll never be able to take the place she has.
or:: where falling in love with your best friend is the worst situation you could fall into. especially when hes got his eye set on another girl.
PAIRING: besf!sunghoon x besf!fem!reader [features some of the other enhypen members]
GENRE: angst,.. unrequited love
WARNINGS: sunghoon kinda leads the reader on for a while..... hes a bit of an asshole at that part. its a bittersweet ending tho like &
MUSIC: listen to footnote by conan gray
WORD COUNT: 3K.....haha remember how i said it wont go over 1k... yeah same...
NOTE: hi so i recovered my fic 😰 i love this one so much so im reposting it THANK GOD i still had it in my docs. love u guys mua happy reading!!
extra note!!: the way i depict sunghoon in this fic is purely imaginative and i am not saying in any way that he is actually like this so do say weird shit. also his character is a bit of an asshole….but high schoolers happen to be like that now. ugh.
i. i remember thinking how pretty you looked in the moonlight
You don't remember when you realized you liked Sunghoon first. You guys had always been friends, having gone to the same school since pre school. High school Sunghoon was a lot different than elementary and middle school Sunghoon.
You remember how loud and cute he used to be in first grade. You remember the first time he hugged you in front of the whole class because you had to leave half-day to visit the doctor. You remember how he used to barely care about anything else other than playing around with his friends.
Those were just memories now.
You loved your conversations with him on instagram, but there were times you wished that he'd talk to you in school too. Then you thought that maybe he just wasn't comfortable with talking to people much.
You loved your conversations with him on instagram, but there were times you wished that he'd talk to you in school too. Then you thought that maybe he just wasn't comfortable with talking to people much.
You loved your conversations with him on instagram, but there were times you wished that he'd talk to you in school too. Then you thought that maybe he just wasn't comfortable with talking to people much.
By the time you reached high school, the two of you had become the best of friends. It took a while for him to come out of his shell but eventually he did. It went from shy ‘good mornings' to the most unfunny jokes he'd crack when he saw you.
You don’t remember when exactly you realized that you liked him. You just knew it somewhere in your heart that you liked him a lot more than as just a friend.
You knew it was wrong. You shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was just your best friend. But you couldn't help it.
He wasn't the best person when you’d both just become friends. He’d often make sexist comments, but you waved it off as an immature boy's thoughts. Once it got too much though, you'd given him a good scolding and ignored him for a while. That set him straight. He became a much nicer person after that. (‘Weird’, you thought. ‘Why didn't he listen to his other girl friend when she said the same thing?’)
ii. i told you i liked you, you said sober up.
“You like who?” Your friend, Isa’s eyes are as big as saucers. You regret telling her the moment you did.
You hide your face in your hands. “Yeah go ahead, say it even louder so the people at the back can hear you too.”
She grins at you apologetically, “Sorry about that. But why him? He’s like the last person a girl would like.” You raise an eyebrow at her “Half the girls in our grade used to obsess over him and youre saying this?”
“Point taken.”
You groan into your hands ``Why is this so hard oh god. Did I have to fall for him, out of all the people I would have liked.”
“Fall for who?”
You hear the familiar voice and look up to see Sunghoon and his other best friend, Jake (“Oh so you’ve replaced me now I see Hoon” “Please shut your mouth”)
You widen your eyes in panic. “Uh NO ONE. Pshh we were just joking around Hoon.” You see Isa smirking at you and glare at her. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, sitting down next to you and opening his lunch.
“I'm gonna find out sooner or later anyways so you should just tell me who this little crush is about.” He nudges you with his shoulder.
“No, I'd rather eat Jake's terrible pies.”
“Hey!”
iii. we’re perfect together but ill never be.
If you regretted telling Isa when you told her, you regretted it a lot more now.
You thought you'd be able to trust her with the secret, not having told anyone else. All that goes to shit when you find out that she not only told sunghoon, but also lied to your face.
You always had a pretty rocky friendship with her, and Sunghoon had already told you many times that he didn't trust her, but you’d ignore his words.
When you find out that she had told him, you were absolutely sure that hed never talk to you again, that you had officially, royally fucked up your friendship with him.
Isa was hanging out at your house when she left her phone out near you to go to the washroom, unlocked and in hers and Sunghoons chats. You really didn't care about what was on her phone and didn’t even want to pry, but a certain message caught your eye.
sunghoon: i think i'm gonna be nicer to her now that i know this
sunghoon: but like not in a way i lead her on
sunghoon: she's still my best friend yk
What the hell.
You opened the chat.
It was wrong of you to pry but you had a bad history with most of the girls in your class and they’d constantly bully you and lie to you, so you thought she was telling him shit about you.
Then you find out that she had told him everything about your crush on him and the two of them had talked about it in detail, even going to the length of planning how he'd act around you now.
‘Why would she tell him? I thought I could trust her with this.’ You thought. On top of it, you were so confused. What did he mean by he was going to be nicer to you since he knows? Was it going to be out of pity?
The last thing you wanted was to be like this.
You wanted to cry.
You remember telling her that she should leave, cooking up some random excuse. You don't really think she believed you but you promised you’d explain to her later on.
So he knows.
Now what? Is it gonna be awkward in school? What’s gonna happen?
You hated that you liked him.
iv. they think we’re together
Much to your surprise, he didn't make it awkward. Nor did he tell anyone else, promising to keep it just between the three of you.
He didnt even confront you about it, deciding against making you feel bad, since h truly cared about you.
He was actually nicer than before. A bit too nice.
Sunghoon usually never talked to many girls, or at least he thought most of them were bitchy. So him being your best friend was pretty much news to a lot of people.
There were already enough rumors that you and him were so close. To make it worse, the next day at school, during a free period, you, him and your small group of friends decided to have a pen fight.
It went really well and he was sitting opposite to you, your knees almost touching since you were sitting opposite on the same desk.
When you almost lost, he tried to say that you didn’t die and that your pen was still in the boundary so it didn't count and even went so far, claiming it as ‘Women's rights guys’. Your friend started making fun of you (“Yeah for sure.”)
You were even more surprised when he got up and walked over to your side, for his turn, leaning over your shoulder to hit his pen. You remember holding your breath in because he was so close to you.
This, obviously, did not go unnoticed by the other girls in the class. It was uncommon to see something like that.
You thought he was just teasing you like he normally did. But deep down you knew that he had never done something like that with you. Both of you always knew your limits and where to draw them when it came to terms of your friendship. But this was not normal.
You also thought that it would be a one time thing.
The next day, during your language class, he asked you to sit next to him when there was no other space. You would've taken a chair and put it next to one of your girl friends, but he insisted on making you sit next to him.
That wasn't all.
After a while, when everyone was fidgeting around and just talking, he noticed a sharpie and turned to you.
“Can you draw on my hand?”
What.
“What? Why?” you were clearly surprised. Sunghoon had never asked something like that to you, or any other girl for that matter. He just wasn't that type of person.
“Why not?” he fires back. You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want me to draw?”
“That weird skeleton thingy.”
“What the hell Sunghoon thats so emo.”
“Shutup and just draw it.”
When you imagined holding hands with Sunghoon, holding it while drawing on his hand is not what you had in mind.
You could tell he was a bit nervous too, by the way his hand was shaking slightly (which didnt make it any easier for you.)
“Stop shaking so much.” you whispered. “Sorry. I just can't help it.” He said.
You gulped back your emotions and tried to focus on the drawing, which wasnt really coming out expertly.
“Hoon c’mon I dont even know how to draw it properly. See, it looks like shit.” You hold up his hand to show him what youd drawn.
He wanted to laugh at it but he didnt. “Okay then ask someone to teach you how to draw it.”
There was only one person you knew who could draw said skeleton.
Isa.
“Hey Isa. You know how to draw this right? Teach Y/N how to do it too.” He called out to her. She raised her eyebrows. “But I'm not that great at it though.”
“Better than me for sure. Wait, why can't you just ask her to do it for you?” you ask your best friend.
“No you do it for me.”
V. every line i would write for you
This wasnt good.
Oh no this was nowhere near good.
Since when was Sunghoon this cute?
Your best friend usually went home by the bus since there was one that went directly to his neighbourhood. While you, on the other hand, went home by the subway. You could go by the bus, but it would take a while longer to reach home, and your mom always wanted you home by the earliest.
But there were a few days where you took an exception.
You were currently on the sub, texting Sunghoon.
gaeuls dad: so ur coming by bus tmrw right
you: i'll think abt it. depends on how quick mom wants me home
gaeuls dad: idc. js come w me tmrw
you: no
gaeuls dad: nooooo plsplsplspls
you: why cant u just ask dahyun to go with u? doesn't she always go the same way as you?
gaeuls dad: yeah but u also come
you: fine ill see (gaeuls dad liked this message)
Dahyun was a common friend of your boths, and a junior. You loved talking to her. You were very aware of Sunghoons and Dahyuns friendship. You knew that they texted a lot and Sunghoon didnt usually talk to younger girls. You didnt really think much of it, way too bothered by your own feelings for him.
Was he leading you on? There is no way he likes you as anything more than as just a friend. But then what were all of these mixed signals? All the subtly flirty texts and the weird behaviour in school?
Chances of him liking you back were small but not impossible. You knew you were giving yourself false hope by thinking that way. You needed to talk to someone about it.
“I personally think he might like you back.” was what Isa had told when you told her everything. You could only talk to her about it since nobody else knew about it.
“Now that he knows, he’ll start thinking of you more often, and maybe he needs some time to realize that he might like you back. Don't lose hope, okay?”
“Ill try not to. I just really don't understand what he's doing.”
Isa nodded her head in understanding,”I know you must be super confused right now. But don't worry, it'll be okay. At least you guys are still best friends! You thought you wouldn't even be his friend if he knew right?” She had a point.
You were more than sure that he'd cut off his friendship with you if he knew that you had romantic feelings for him. But he hadnt.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe there was a small chance for you.
vi. so ill stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship
There was no chance for you.
Just when you thought that things might be escalating for the two of you, you realized that it wasnt.
He talked to Dahyun way too often for your liking.
You had nothing against her, she was a really nice friend and you really did love her, but there was always that feeling of…resentment against her. Why couldn't it have been you?
What were you lacking? Was it your looks? Your body? Your personality?
What you thought was just a small crush on your best friend, turned out to be something much more, making you question yourself and your insecurities.
You hated the feeling.
You hated seeing their texts on her story. You hated the realization that maybe he hadnt really meant all those signals. You hated how he made you feel how you felt.
You wanted to be happy and cheerful whenever they'd send you something they had already sent to each other first, but your heart always tore a little more, everytime you did.
You hated the feeling of being the second option.
Why, just why couldn't it have been you?
You wanted to scream at him, tell him that you were there first, you had always been his friend, since childhood. She had just entered his life.
You also knew that he wouldn't ask her out.
Which angered you even more.
You don't know why, but it hurt more to just see them like each other; or rather see him slowly fall for her.
Truth be told, you didn't even know if he actually liked her either, but it looked that way for sure.
You tried to move on, you really did. You tried to ignore his messages and calls, tried to leave him on read and delivered for days, but your heart always found a way to go back to him.
You remember crying yourself to sleep for a few days because you had never felt so much love for one person ever before as you did right now.
And they didn't love you back.
He didnt love you back.
vii. its just like the novels
Sunghoon was in a state of dilemma.
Ever since he had gotten to know about your crush on him, he had no idea what to do.
You were constantly on his mind.
He would’ve told you that he liked you too, but he didnt see himself as worthy of being with someon like you. You always looked after him and you were always there for him.
He would do anything for you.
Anything but tell you that he wants you.
As much as he wanted you, he couldnt have you.
So he settled for Dahyun.
With Dahyun, he didnt have to think about anything, he could just be. And he liked that. He liked not having to worry about the whole thing.
What he hadn’t thought about was how hurt youd be if you found out that he and Dahyun were dating.
viii. you taught me a lesson, love isnt precious
Sunghoon and Dahyun were dating.
The news spread like wildfire, throughout the whole school. You couldn’t say you weren’t surprised. But that didnt make it hurt any less.
When you thought that your heart could finally do you no more damage, it got worse.
You couldnt bring yourself to look at him. When Dahyun texted you the news, you had left her on read, causing her to send a string of messages asking you what had happened and whether you were okay.
Damn you for being so nice and likeable Dahyun.
You knew you needed time away from them both. As much as it hurt, it had to be done.
So you stopped talking to him, and lost your best friend in the process.
i. but a footnote will do.
The last year of highschool.
You had not quite recovered yet, despite it being a year since they started dating.
Sunghoon and Dahyun were still together, and you knew you were out of the picture. Not entirely. You just wouldnt be the one standing next to him in all his big moments anymore. You wouldn’t be the one hugging him on his bad days, you wouldnt be the one laughing with him at his terrible jokes.
You wouldn’t be the one giving him all the love he needed.
Love is a bitch, you find out in your last year of highschool.
So you’ll just take a footnote in his life.
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im not sure what prompts you were after for Anthonys day but what about some hurt/comfort regarding Anthonys anxiety, it could involve the entire crew caring for Anthony as they watch and realise that he may not be protorising his mental health. maybe some kisses from ian idk man
Anthony took only three steps further until he stopped in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"
The Extra Mile
Ever since Anthony was back at Smosh, something had happened to the rest of the cast and crew. They walked just a little friskier, their conversation was just a tad more lighthearted and their laughter just a bit louder. Out of everyone, the change was biggest in Ian, Anthony's co-founder and best friend, then ex-best friend and now best friend again.
Ian had been emerging as the company's new office-clown and mascot for a few months while nobody knew but him and Anthony that the latter would be coming back. The others were shocked and surprised - in a good way - to see Ian so radiant and bright. He didn't use to be this way.
The problem was, nobody (safe one) really knew how to read Anthony yet, not even his best friend. His ever enchanting cackling laughter, his eyes, half moon-shaped and his general coolness… he had these outlandish tattoos that seemed to streak all along his body like paintbrushes, his many rings and piercings, and his ripped jeans, they all gave him the allure of a mysterious rock star from a lost era.
And Anthony really put in an effort to get to know everyone, and them him. He put on a friendly face each day at the Smosh office and laughed at everyone's jokes, which was easy because everyone there was a comedian in their own right.
But he was struggling inside. The reason he wanted to come back wasn't all these people. It was just one. He and Ian had both just been standing there, wide-eyed, smiling at each other, after that day of writing together for the first time in years. It had gone SO well, they couldn't believe they were still such a perfect fit. Their comedy - just the two of them - was wat Anthony realized he craved more than anything in the world.
So, Anthony's efforts to vibe with the other cast were always half-hearted, however hard he tried to care, he just didn't. He just waited out the filming day to spend time again with Ian and come up with sketch ideas together.
There was one person at Smosh who started to notice this about Anthony. Their "got my psychology minor online" comedian, Shayne. It didn't matter to him that people joked about his diploma. He read pretty much everyone like a book. At first, he'd been so glad that Anthony bas back himself, that he hadn't noticed. But whenever he saw Anthony checking his phone more than he had to, he noticed Anthony trying - truly trying, but failing - to be interested in the stories Angela was telling him, Shayne's blonde brows furrowed and he had decided to bring this up privately to Ian.
"He's not happy." Those words crashed into Ian like a bus on a highway.
"This is terrible, I'm such a fool for throwing him into the deep so immediately," he lamented to Shayne.
"Hey, you decided on those things together." It was no use. Ian leaned heavily on his desk.
"I fucked up. Shayne, we need to fix this, fast!"
Ian got all cast and crew together and announced a secret project.
"This is so important, you guys," Ian said so earnestly that nobody dared to laugh. He handed everyone a list. It had all Anthony's likes, dislikes, beliefs, in-jokes and proudest Smosh-moments on it.
"Everyone must memorize these by tomorrow, that's an order!" Ian said. Everyone silently nodded in agreement.
The next day Anthony walked into the Smosh office a little apprehensively. He sighed.
"Come on, get hyped," he told himself. "Try to enjoy this. Ian got Smosh to survive because of this. Let's go!"
Not even one foot inside the building, Shayne says:
"Hi Anthony, wonderful to see you! Here you go, your favorite! Chai latte with a little extra spice!"
"Oh, thank you?" Anthony smiles as a crewmember approaches him.
"Anthony! Here's some vegan, gluten free bagels with vegan salmon and vegan cream cheese!"
"How did you know I love those?"
The crewmember just smiles.
Anthony takes only three steps further until he stops in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"
"It sure is," Angela chimes in while doing a little dance and giggle.
Anthony only just gets to the door of the next room at the office and wants to grab the doorknob, Amanda says "I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU!"
Anthony jumps and asks "why?"
Amanda lowers her head and raises one eyebrow while whispering: "you'll have to put ice on your precious hand if you touch it…"
Chanse and Tommy walk up to Anthony. Tommy is somehow covered in feathers, making a grandiose sigh. Chanse asks him: "Why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?!"
"And by the way," Arasha appears out of nowhere, holding a bag that says "popcorn" on it, "this popcorn is for… ME! Hahahaha, you don't like popcorn! We have sliced cucumber and guac for you inside.
Amanda opens the door with an oven mitten and Anthony looks into the room. Everyone is there: all of the cast and crew, sitting on bean bags and couches and blankets. Ian stands up in a onesie with his face all over it, and says: "Anthony! Are you ready to watch a movie with us? There's more drinks and food when you're done with those, but remember to go easy on the pepsi!"
Anthony smiles widely. All these people took the time to really get to know him. They are not just 'other people', they are an extension of Ian, an extension of Smosh. Anthony just knows Ian put them all up to this. And he hugs Chanse who stands closest to him and says "Thank you, you guys…" His eyes tear up a little.
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hii! can i rq kaoru seta and hina hikawa (separate) with a s/o who’s very clingy with them🫶🫶
Close to you!
Hina and Kaoru!
Summary: maybe the fly by dayglow reference was a little too litteral-
Notes: I guarantee you bandori annons appear at the ungodly hours 😭. Thank you for the request annon!
GENDER NEUTRAL READER
She doesn't notice you're being clingy she's pretty clingy too! She thinks it's normal
You two don't even notice you're are being clingy too each other, but if you two ever separated both your friends would say one of you would just kinda dose off more often or daydream.
"I miss Hina..." "it's been three minutes" "huuuu"
You walk home with her. Holding her hand sometimes singing pastel palette songs. She starts developing a habit of side tracking asking you if you want to stop by a convince store or a movie. You two would start having dates after school atleast once a month
You would get unessaryly clingy at times. Especially if Hina experienced even the most minor unfavorable thing. You wouldn't let many people close to her unless you knew them personally she would tell you it was alright but you still kept close just in case
Someone would tell her that you're WAYY too clingy and she would be like "Nah I don't think so" with the most calm smile on her face. "No like they're like a no personal space clingy." "nahhh they aren't like that ^^"
She does kinda understand tho if she thinks about what you do in hindsight. She was at a concert tour you called her almost every day making sure she was alright. You often bit your nails thinking of what would happen to Hina while on tour. You'd also cling closely to her in public areas saying it was so you two wouldn't get lost in the crowd...eh she still dosent really care.
She noticed how you walk on the exterior of the road. She didn't mind till the day it rained pretty hard. You brought an umbrella for her to stay under and walked home with her when a car splashed water at you two you got in the way of it making sure most of it wouldn't go onto Hina. "Ohhh" "?" "So that's why you do that" "?" "Nothing"
You two usually call each other when you get home talking about random things till the other has to go or sleep. You don't say it outloud but you hope she calls you back later
You're kinda like her scary dog privileges. If she were to DARE to be tired around you. You encourage her to rest as you sat close to her letting her lean on you if you're that close. You would talk to others in almost whispers if anyone were to speak a little louder than you you'd look at them annoyed.
How fleeting~ someone so close to her they got into the drama club for her. Getting in was no joke too since alot of Kaoru's other fans were trying out to be closer to her. "I only have small interests in this as soon as we graduate Im not gonna do thus anymore" "but that small interest will spark a fleeting long lasting love for the theater!" "Yea whatever" "fleeting~"
You don't tell her this but another tiny reason you got into drama is to kiss her in front of the audience, specifically her fans. Just imagining kissing kaoru for your role as sleeping beauty infront of an audience is a nice feeling and made you try harder.
She doesn't mind your clinginess but she thinks it's mostly cause of her popularity
"My dear are you jealous of my fans" she elegantly flops herself onto you. "What-" "Why the reason you're always around me is to monitor my fans so they don't steal me away~" "that's not-" "HOW ROMATIC" she pulls you in for an embrase as you except your fate.
You don't mind cooking for her usually if she comes over. She tires not to say she likes miso soup yet still can't refuse another bite. "Ehhh why are you shaking Kaoru~" "..." "I thought you didn't like miso soup" your smile widens "..." "😼" "you can have it know you don't like that fancy stuff anyway"
She tried to cook for you as a way to say thanks, but you would always appear for cuddles out of nowhere before she starts. Once you get a hold of her there's no escape she's staying there for a week by then your parents are already treating her like their in-law.
She called you a blanket monster once was the first time you did this to her actually. You made a joke about a monster comming outta no where and eating the both of them in the shape of a blanket. It was all fun and games till she wanted to get something to snack on. "Whatcha doing?" As soon as she turns around you flop onto her the blanket swallowing her. "HAKA-" "shush you'll wake someone" you harshly shut her down leading her back to your room. "Unhand me blanket monster for I must retrieve dashing food made by my beloved s/o!" "Thats a lie you went out here to eat my left over little bites" "eh-" "back to bed with you~" "blanket fieeenndddd" she dramatically follows
You like appearing out of nowhere to hug or kiss her. One time, you came in and kissed her when you saw the hhw group in front of her. You apologized profusely to them. Yes, kaoru uses this to try and tease you.
"Remember that one time you kissed me in front of my bandmates." "Remember that one time you grabbed my thigh instead of my hand while we were on a plane," she turns around in mere shock you mentioned that.
HHW had called you favor involving her specially them making a robot version of her because someone told Kokoro having a robot band is a smart idea 💀. "We wanna know what you think of her!" "Alright?" As soon as you got over there you felt your eye bags get darker. "This is pretty wonky. Some of these parts don't really match Kaoru at all...the animation could suffer cause of this" you went on and on describing Kaorus physical appearance so well Kokoro stood there dumbfounded she almost frowed before you said you had to go. "Well uh...thank you?" "My pleasure ^^"
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Bin Day! // Seo Changbin x Gn!Reader
—changbin kicks off the birthday wall happiest birthday to my love of my life i love him so much im gonna cry. i wish him all the best and all the protein powder his cute ass desires.
tags: birthday fic! wholesome loving, established relationship, fluff!, kisses! all the kisses for seo changbin!, short and sweet
Rated: Happy Birthday Bin I Love You
Your phone buzzes and in a panic you try to set down the bowl of soup down carefully and quietly. You could see the unknown number and scramble to put on your outdoor slippers before checking the message to see that correctly enough, it was the delivery driver for your birthday boy's cake. You didn't have enough energy and strength to bake on top of making his birthday seaweed soup and chicken parmesan bake he loves so much so why do it when other people could make it better than you? Priorities.
After taking the small box, you giddily make it back to your apartment, quietly shuffling around to finalize his breakfast in bed. He'd be waking up right about now and you're just relieved that he didn't wake up through the cooking process.
Affixing his meal on a tray, you hum in contentment before unboxing the cake and finding the numbers taped to the top of the box. There's 2 and 4 in all it's waxy glory and a devious glint in your eyes glow as you giggle through putting the candles on his pink cake. '42'.
Lighting them up, you secure the cake right under your hands before padding towards the bedroom, peering through to see Changbin patting the empty space next to him. "Good morning," you happily greet, voice louder as he looks up and rubs his eyes with a sleepy groan, "Happy birthday my love!" you greet before kneeling down beside the bed so that he could get to the cake's level while lying down. "You...when did you get this baby?" his eyes flit through you and the cake with giddiness before he realizes the candles.
"Y–Yah!" he sits up straighter as you burst out laughing, still making sure the cake stays upright as he shakes his head, laughing alongside you, "You cheeky little shit, you're giving me the Channie hyung treatment already!"
"Make a wish now old man," you further razz him on as he rolls his eyes and gently blows on the candle. It goes off, smoke wafting up before he takes the cake from your hands and delicately places it on the bedside table. "Thank you," he smiles at you before tugging you in for a kiss.
It's soft, plush, and gentle. Nothing more but a slotted press to each others lips, prolonged there just to savor the feeling before he pulls off just a bit, "Thank you," he reiterates, garnering a giggle out of you, "Happy birthday Bin, what'd you wish for?"
"If I tell you then it wouldn't come true," he pouts, making you laugh again before pressing a peck against his lips, "You really believe that?"
"Of course! And I want it to come true you know!"
"Alright alright," you concede, before he pulls you into another kiss, still as soft as can be. You'd think you could melt under his touch.
"But I think you have a clue as to what it is anyway,"
"Yeah well we can never be sure," you joke before cupping his cheeks, proceeding to press gentle and light kisses all over, starting on his forehead to his closed eyes, to his cheeks that you couldn't help but jokingly nip at, and then to his nose, and on the scar on his chin. Over and over again making him burst with laughter.
"I love you," you smile.
He presses another kiss to your lips, "I love you too,"
You rest your forehead against his', "Thank you for being born Bin-ah, I'm so so grateful for you,"
"You're gonna make me cry, you know that,"
"I know,"
The tender moment is stopped by a rumble from his stomach, making you look at each other with mild surprise. Both of your burst out in another fit of laughter before you hop off the bed, "Stay there baby, I made breakfast for you,"
#skz#skz scenarios#skz changbin#changbin#stray kids changbin#changbin day!#changbin drabbles#seo changbin#seo changbin fluff#changbin fluff#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#happy birthday changbin!
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