#other rare pairs I'm too lazy to put
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for richer, for poorer
pairing: bang chan x female reader
summary: gift giving has always been something you've agonised over. for chan, just having you in his life is enough.
word count: 3.4k
warnings: insecurities (especially related to finances), feeling anxious, hurt/comfort
a/n: i know it’s still a long time until october, but i didn't write it in time to fit as like a holiday related fic. formatted this on my phone bc i'm lazy so please let me know if anything looks weird!
bonus: minho's reaction to his gift (included as a reblog of this post)
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Gift giving has always been something that you agonised over. You wanted so desperately to get something meaningful and special that nothing you ended up getting seemed special enough.
So when Felix had proposed throwing both Chan and Minho a party for their birthdays, you were more than happy to help plan. You could see that Chan had hesitated when Felix had told them about it, but he had ultimately agreed when he saw the way Minho had seemed to perk up at the idea.
It wouldn’t be anything too big, Felix promised, just inviting some close friends to have dinner and hang out. It slowly balloons into more than a simple dinner, but the opportunities for the members to have their friends gather are so rare that you swallow your concerns.
The night of, you can’t help feeling a bit nervous. You recognise almost everyone, but that's the part that scares you - you've only seen most of these people through your phone screen before. You know Chan and Minho have a lot of idol friends, but you didn't realise there would be so many at the party. You had discussed the guest list with Felix briefly, but your concern had been about the number of guests and not who they actually were. Now you’re starting to regret it, you aren’t mentally prepared to be face to face with so many celebrities.
The time passes surprisingly quickly with people trickling in as the night goes on. Dinner is casual, you’ve helped to cook a number of dishes and takeout was ordered to fill the rest of the counter. There isn’t enough proper seating so everyone is spread throughout the kitchen and living room.
You spend most of the time just wandering through and making sure that there’s no shortage of drinks, appetizers, and that the empty dishes or cups are cleared away. Of course, you greet everybody as they arrive and thank them for coming, but it’s hard not to be intimidated by all the famous faces.
Eventually Changbin drags the birthday boys to the living room, standing them in front of the TV to open gifts. Everyone else either crams themselves onto the couches, sits on the floor, or loiters closer to the doors.
Chan insists that he open presents at the same time as Minho instead of one at a time like Jisung suggests. Someone pushes a couple of matching boxes into their hands and steps away.
It's almost comical how different they open them. Chan takes his time, carefully pulling apart the ribbon that's wrapped around the box, sliding the lid off and putting it to the side, then slowly peeling aside the tissue paper. Minho on the other hand, manages to pull the ribbon off the box without untying it and flips the box to shake off the lid and reveal the contents.
They're complementary hoodies in the casual and oversized fit that the boys usually go for. You recognize the brand, have seen the members wear it on more than one occasion, and know that they most likely cost the same as your monthly salary.
The next gifts seem fairly innocuous, a beanie for Chan and a baseball cap for Minho, but you know their pieces often go for over a million won, more than you’ve ever spent on a single clothing item.
It continues on like this, the boys receiving items like music equipment, alcohol, and sunglasses. It makes you swallow hard when you think of your own, mostly handmade gift.
Maybe the worst part is that nobody else at the party even blinks an eye at it. You can’t blame them, it’s the nature of their occupation that has gotten them desensitised to being surrounded by luxury and it’s not like they can’t afford to indulge in getting more expensive things.
When you look down, wanting to stop staring at the pile of opened gifts, you see that you've partially crushed the packaging of your own gift. It already looked shabby enough, it was obvious you had wrapped it yourself and the paper you used was from the supermarket, but now it was even worse.
When you try to smooth out the crinkles, your shaky fingers somehow make it ruin it more. You bite your lip, hard, then stop, self conscious about your appearance around all these idols.
It suddenly feels cramped and too warm, sweat starting to gather on your forehead and back. The room starts to spin slightly and you become overly aware of your heart beating in your chest.
A burst of laughter from the crowd spooks you, pulling you out of your head. You use the opportunity to get to your feet and excuse yourself. You slip away as quietly as you can and breathe a sigh of relief when you make it into Chan's room without anyone following you.
You don’t bother to turn on the lights, not wanting anyone to check up on you, and sit on the ground with your back against Chan’s bed. With the door closed, the noise from the party is muffled and it’s significantly colder in this area of the dorm. You press your hands to your face and take a few deep breaths to try and calm your heart rate.
You don’t know what’s wrong with you because you know you shouldn’t feel like his. You had been looking forward to watching Chan and Minho open their gifts, you had spent a lot of time preparing them and you had felt confident that they would enjoy them.
Well, until you saw everything else that they received.
Now your ideas just seemed silly. You feel humiliated at the thought of everybody seeing the obviously cheap gifts and even worse when you consider how ashamed Chan might be for others to know that you were his partner.
Although you were working full-time at the moment, you had only graduated from university last year and your student debt was an ever present weight on your shoulders that you tried your best to hide. Everything you had went to paying it back and checking in bi-weekly to see the number get smaller and smaller was the only thing that made you feel better.
Chan knew that you often worried about money. You had been mortified the first time that he had walked in on you trying to organise your finances for the next few months. He had glanced over your shoulder before you had even realised he was in the room and all the red cells showing where you were in a deficit were hard to miss.
It had been early on in your relationship and the dates that the two of you had been on as well as a couple unforeseen events had meant that you had been spending way more than what you had anticipated. Of course, Chan had treated you on a number of occasions, but you refused sometimes because you felt guilty every time he offered to pay, especially since it had been only a couple years after his debut.
He had been more than understanding, but you had been so embarrassed and caught off guard that you couldn't stop the tears from streaking down your face. Since then, Chan and the members had never done anything to make you feel like they pitied you or thought any less of you for your financial situation, in fact they did the opposite.
When you had first started visiting the dorms, opening the food delivery apps was like a reflex for all of the boys once it was dinnertime. You were always hesitant to choose anything and felt even worse by the nonchalant way that they covered the costs each time. Even though you knew they didn’t think anything of it, you couldn’t help but feel like you were taking advantage of their hospitality.
Somehow they caught on to your reluctance to buy food and now it's tradition that you cook for them when you come over, enough so that they keep the kitchen stocked with more than ramen, chicken breasts, and protein powder.
In particular, Minho absolutely loved your cooking and had needled you many times on sharing how you made it. You had always denied him though, saying that you didn't use exact measurements and came up with things on the fly. That’s why for his gift, you had taken the time to create a recipe book, complete with pictures for each step and modifications that he could make based on the ingredients he had.
You had spent a few months thinking about what to give Chan. He was harder to shop for since you knew he wasn't overly fond of celebrating his birthday and didn’t want you to spend money on him, but was always touched when you got him something. Usually, you tried to do something he was more likely to accept.
Last year, you had organised with the company to give Chan a day off and had taken him out to a movie. It was a pretty standard date, but the two of you rarely had the opportunity to go out together and you knew Chan had resigned himself to watching the movie when it was released online instead of going to the theatres like he had hoped to. Having to spend a few days trying to sort out all the logistics of secretly rearranging Chan’s schedule had been more than worth it with the way that his face had lit up when you had told him about what you had planned.
You don't know how long you sit alone, but every time that you tell yourself to get up and rejoin the party, it feels impossible to move.
“Hey,” Chan's voice is cautious, but you startle anyway, scrambling to stand up. Stuck in your thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed him entering the room. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Just needed some air, it was getting kind of stuffy in there,” you explain. “I didn't think you'd notice.”
“Of course I noticed. You were there one second and gone the next, I didn't know what happened.”
“It’s nothing.” You avoid Chan’s gaze, not wanting to see the concern that shines in his eyes.
Chan steps closer, then reaches out and tangles your fingers together, using your connection to pull the two of you to sit on the bed.
“Y/n, baby,” he says softly. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in here.” He leans forward until the side of his head bumps into yours.
“It’s-”
“Don’t say it’s not important,” he warns. “It’s important to you and that makes it important to me, okay?”
“Uhm,” you pause for a moment, unsure of how you want to word your thoughts. You trust Chan, but it still feels scary being vulnerable. “I guess, I was just feeling… Insecure.”
“Insecure?” Chan tilts his head slightly. “About what?”
“Everyone-” you laugh slightly, embarrassed. “Everyone gave you guys such nice gifts, I feel like mine don’t even compare.”
“Y/n, you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. If I had the choice, nobody would be giving me gifts at all. Just having you in my life is enough.” Chan’s voice is painfully sincere.
“I know you don't mind. It just- It feels bad that I can't give you something nice like they can. It's dumb, I know, but I can't help it.”
“I can open it here, away from everyone else if you want,” Chan offers. “Or you don't even have to give it to me today, you can save it until you feel better. Or don't give it to me at all, it's all okay.”
“No no, I want you to have it,” you say immediately. Before you can think better of it, you reach down and retrieve the gift from where you left it on the floor.
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable,” Chan reassures you.
“This is fine,” you decide. “Just the two of us."
“Okay.”
“It’s not designer,” you say suddenly, fiddling with the ribbon that keeps the two packages together. Both of you ignore the fact that you’re just stalling at this point.
“I don’t need any more clothes, I barely wear everything I own now,” Chan jokes.
“Really, you might not like it,” you warn.
“Baby, when have I ever disliked anything that you’ve gotten for me?” Chan drops the teasing tone. You think for a moment.
“When you asked me to order noodles for you and I accidentally got you the spicy version and it made you cry?”
“Did I say that I didn’t like them?”
“No, you ate it all even though I warned you that it would make your stomach hurt for the next couple of days,” you say, smiling faintly at the memory.
You had gotten yourself the same dish and had found it to be bearable, while Chan’s face had turned bright red after the first bite. You had offered a few times to get him a non-spicy version so that he could enjoy himself, but he had been determined to finish, soaking his shirt and beanie with how much he had sweated. He hadn’t even been able to continue carrying a conversation with you, too busy trying to suck in air to cool his mouth.
It had been even funnier for you the next day, receiving multiple texts from Chan about his stomach hurting and having to continually pause dance practice to go to the bathroom.
“The pain was worth it,” Chan insists. “I'm actually convinced that I'll like anything you give me. Now come on, let me open my gifts!”
You hand over the gift and watch as he pulls away the ribbon to separate the boxes and peels away the tape on the first package. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries not to rip the wrapping paper.
This gift was more neutral, a set that contained a wallet and cardholder, both in black. Although Chan hadn’t complained at all, the wallet he had been using was from years ago and the synthetic material was starting to crack and flake away at the edges.
He looks delighted, examining it briefly before pulling out his old wallet and transferring all his cards and cash into this new one. Although it’s not a name brand, you had purchased it at a small shop specialising in handcrafted genuine leather goods at a surprisingly affordable price. It was good quality and suited the simplicity that Chan preferred.
“It's just what I needed,” he says, sounding pleased. “You pay so much attention.”
“I'm glad you like it,” you say, feeling relieved even though you had been pretty sure that he would be happy with it.
The unease comes back when he turns his attention to the second gift. Once again, he puts in effort to gently unwrap it, revealing an old chocolate box that you had repurposed from one of your dates.
You’ve always been on the more sentimental side and had saved it, wanting to remember the evening that Chan had taken you out and the two of you had spent 20 minutes in the shop, meticulously picking out the flavours that you wanted to try. The box is made of a surprisingly durable material and is the perfect size for this gift. You’ve painted over it too, concealing the original design.
Chan turns it around in his hands curiously, before sliding the lid up. You turn away to stare at your hands, overwhelmed by nervousness.
You already know what’s inside. It’s a deck of cards that you’ve transformed, with 52 things I love about you inscribed on one of the jokers. On the flip side, you’ve painted a picture of you and Chan smiling widely with your cheeks pressed together. It’s his favourite, one he always tells you would be permanently on his lock screen if he wasn’t an idol.
The rest of the cards are decorated similarly, a small drawing or painting on one side with the things, people, and places that Chan loves on one side, and something that you love about Chan on the other. The last joker is the only one that's different, you've treated it as a card and have a small message written on.
You had been so excited when you had thought of the idea, even though it was almost embarrassingly cheesy. Chan was often hard on himself, overly critical, and sometimes insecure. You tried your best to reassure him that he was doing well, both in his career and personal life, but you weren’t always able to be with him to do it in person.
As time goes by, your dread just continues to build, but you don't dare look up, not wanting to see Chan's reaction. Based on the silence, he’s clearly not thrilled with the silly idea that you had gone with. You can almost imagine his expression, jaw clenched and lips pressed together as he tries to think of what he can say to let you down easy.
Finally, you can't take it any longer and you lean forward, reaching out to grab at the cards that he's still reading though.
“I'm sorry, it's stupid, I know,” you say quickly. “You can tell me that you hate it, it's okay. I don't know what I was thinking, but just- give me more time, I'll get you something else, something nicer-”
It catches Chan off guard, and instead of successfully taking the cards away, you grapple with them for a second before they slip between both of your hands, scattering across the floor like confetti.
You instantly drop to your knees, scrabbling to scoop them up like the most awful game of 52 pick up that you've ever played in your life. To your horror, the task gets even more difficult as tears start to well up in your eyes.
“Y/n-” Chan says gently, reaching out and taking your wrists in his hands to stop your frantic movements. “Come here.”
You resist for a moment, but he pulls you into his arms, cradling your head so your face is resting on his shoulder. The tears leaking from your eyes soak into the fabric and you sniffle softly.
“I'm sorry,” you say, voice partially muffled. “I'm a mess.”
In response, Chan pulls back slightly and when you don't turn towards him, he taps a finger against your cheek until you face him. Your eyes widen when you notice that he also has tear tracks streaking down his face.
“What-”
“It's okay, I'm a mess too. I should have said it sooner,” he says, voice low and gravelly. Still in his embrace, you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. “I love it. I was overwhelmed, I wanted to say something but you left me speechless.”
“Don't just say it-”
“I've never had a gift so thoughtful, Y/n,” Chan says earnestly. “How could you think this was stupid? You must have spent hours and hours on it and I really appreciate it. It’s just- is this really what you think of me?”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Do you really love that-” Chan picks up the closest card to him and flips it so that he can read the message. “That I snore? Y/n, why do you even have this in the list?”
“Yes, snoring was one thing and it's because with everything, there’s always a reason to love it. It's not that I love that you snore, but with your insomnia, hearing you snore is a relief because it means you're sleeping, that you're resting. Even with your insomnia, I know you're busy thinking of every little way you can make things just right for you and the members. It's because you care so much, how could I not love these parts of you?”
“You- you really love all these little things?”
“Of course I do,” you say in a hushed voice. “Of course. When I was making these, I couldn't fit it all. I love everything about you, Chan.”
This time, it's Chan that breaks eye contact, shaking his head as if in disbelief.
“I don't know what I did to deserve you.”
“It's not about deserving. You didn't have to do anything, that's the whole point. I love you just as you are.”
“You know that's how I feel about you, right?”
“Chan-”
“Even if you never got me anything ever again, I wouldn't love you any less. You being in my life, by my side, that's the greatest gift you could ever give.”
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This Week in BL - I Gave a 10/10 to a BL... me!
Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Nov 2023 Wk 3
Ongoing Series - Thai
My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I love this show. I adore Tew's the simple backstory. No frills. No fuss. He got dragged in the way many do and he can kill so they kept him. They aren’t trying to make it needlessly complicated (which is rare for Thailand). That said, the pacing is way tf off, the emotional arc is rushed and then sappy out of absolutely nowhere. Before you ask, the kiss is not at issue, we halfway through they should be kissing, but the romantic life changes - too soon. But I don’t care. Finally, they left us this ep reminded of 2 v important things,
this pair kisses beautifully
in BL all mafia be gay
Fun fun!
Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - It's official, I love this. It’s a classic caregiver/bodyguard trope where one of them is opening the other one up to the world, but sweetly. I’m enjoying the softness of JimmySea's take and I hope GMM TV takes its cues from the success of My School President and doesn’t push this particular show into rough or edgy territory. Stay on target GMMTV. Don't mess with my bias again!
Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 3 of 10 - Finally, our adorable side couple has emerged! This show remains engaging without losing pace (despite the main couple being slow burn), which is all I want from a Thai pulp, and more I could ask for currently from a sports BL.
(Note: when I dictate the computer always puts "Thai pope" instead of Thai pulp - this is hilarious to me.)
Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - I guess they didn’t strip the omegaverse out of this. Unfortunately, I’m not an omegaverse fan, so I find its presence extremely off putting. (But it’s kind of amazing that somebody finally put one on our screen.) Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of alpha posturing and hyper masculinity, because that’s what this kind of worldbuilding is an excuse for (lazy writing and lazier characterization). This means I don’t like Babe AT ALL except that he’s smell orientated and a bit verse. Way is lovely tho, because Nut is a great soft screen presence amongst the testosterone haze.
Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 2 of 8 - I’m not gonna lie (when have I ever bothered to lie to you all?) I’m struggling with this show. The sound effects are getting worse. That is not allowed. Still I found this installment slightly more bearable than the last last, probably because there was more of the cast in play and less of Jade being too cringe to live.
Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - AKA temporal paradox of pain.
My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 13 of 24 - Ooo it’s a bit of a teacher/student (coach/player) thing. Linguistic negotiation and kinkification of phi. Also actually kinky. But not consensually. Gonna get dark. Bummer.
Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 1 of 14(!) eps - Whines. Must I? Gaga doesn’t have a skip ahead button. Sad sack main characters really do not work for me. But this was better than I expected. I wasn’t expecting much.
Look: This is helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends - shudder the second) under Copy A Bangkok (they deserve not my shuddders). It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's Thai dark War of Y style - my least favorites. Apparently, there is meant to be a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot?
On a completely different note does the blond look like that Korean actor/idol from At a Distance Spring is Green & Wanna One to anyone else? Or is it just me? (Park Ji Hoon)
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I like it a lot. Dongwook is so obtuse and socially awkward and reserved and needy and Dohyun is so gay over and simultaneously wildly confused by this behavior. Fantastic. A bit stiff, even for Korea, btu I'm okay with it since everything else I'm watching right now is decidedly NOT stiff.
I finished it!
Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo - Japan BL movie 1.5 hr
Best friends life together during university - cheerful sunshine loves to cook, grumpy tsundere loves to eat. Aki is a bit manic pixie dream boy for me (not my favorite archetype) but they’re cute and it’s one of those Japanese slice of life pieces like Our Dining Table that isn’t really a romance in fact it’s barely a drama. This isn’t friends to lovers because they’re basically already in a relationship (which everyone around them knows) they just aren’t fucking. I did spend a lot of time worrying that they weren’t eating any green things whatsoever. In the end this isn’t my thing when there’s no kissing at all, and this was a bit too dull even for JBL. Sorry Japan, one cannot trade on cute and cheese alone. I know, you want to. But that's not a BL or a personality. 6/10
I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan, maybe coming to Netflix) 8 eps - This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.
I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS. IT'S SO GOOD.
10/10
Let me be perfectly clear: I have watched 646 BLs and only handed out nine 10/10s.
I talk more about why this one made the cut, here.
It's Airing But...
One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.
SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge later.
Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed. Waiting to be told if I should bother.
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.
Next Week Looks Like This
STARTING
11/20 Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.
11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge if safe.
11/24 VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Screenplay by Lin Pei Yu (WBL) about a chef who courts a shy writer with spicy beef noodles.
11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite in new bodies. Stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try (depending on distribution) because I'm into the non-horror bits.
11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes.
11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.
Still Coming November BL
11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?
Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.
Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
To be fair this was last week but I did get the screen shot until now. (You are Mine)
I Cannot Reach You serving all Japan's favorite tropes plus some very un-Japan decent kisses.
(Last week)
#this week in bl#bl updates#bl review#I Cannot Reach You#Japanese BL#You Are Mine#Taiwanese BL#Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru#Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru review#2023 bl#upcoming bl#My Dear Gangster Oppa#Thai Bl#Last Twilight#GMMTV#Twins the series#Pit Babe#Playboyy#A Breeze of Love
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Take Me Home
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Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end.
A/N: This was actually a request but I accidentally deleted it (my bad). I loved the request so much that I decided to rewrite everything because I love sleepy Austin (and I am painfully single). I'm pretty sure the requester asked for smut but I can't really remember. Also, why tf is his laugh so cute in this gif? That shirt must be considered public indecency or something.
Rating: M
Pairings: Austin Butler
Word Count: 1.5k (don't ask me how)
Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation, p in v sex, cockwarming (because I'm a whore), other sex stuff? IDK
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The soft sheets of the bed and duvet laying over top of you did wonders to quell cold air but the single best heater in the world went by the name of Austin Butler. Said heater was currently tucked into the fold of your neck, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and his hands under your sweatshirt.
He had gone to sleep shirtless last night despite the freezing temperatures and your warnings. In his sleep, he had slowly crept closer and closer to you until he had practically crawled into your skin; which you had absolutely no qualms with. If the repercussion of him not wearing a shirt to bed was that he was wrapped around you by morning, you wouldn't be the one to correct him on his behavior.
You had been awake for at least the last hour but you were content to lay with Austin in your arms. You raked your hands through his soft locks and your other hand up and down his back in circles. The Sun had started to peak through the curtains and shone beautifully against his naked back and golden hair. He sleepily pushed his head deeper into your chest with his lips against your collarbone and tightened his arms around you. He was starting to wake up.
You could probably fall back asleep if you tried, but you rarely woke up before Austin so you would be damned if you let this chance slip away.
"Mmmm Good morning baby" he said as he kissed your collarbone and chest again. His deep voice rumbled against your chest and neck as he spoke.
"Good morning Austin." He could hear the smile in your voice as you hugged him even tighter. There went any plans of holding him for the rest of the morning. Austin reached behind you to reach for his phone on the nightstand.
"It's only 9 we can sleep a little more, can't we?" Austin was usually a morning person so the fact that he wanted to sleep in was worrisome.
"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" You pull his head away from your chest with your hands to get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted.
" Yeah, I just had a lot of press to do yesterday so it drained me a bit." You let him put his head back in your chest.
"I will say that having my head in your boobs makes me feel infinitely better."
The laugh that left your lips was Austins favorite sound. He could feel its vibrations against his cheek and he swore that he had never heard something so beautiful.
"Well, you seem exhausted so I give you permission to use them as pillows if you so choose. I want to sleep some more too."
"Well, your highness if you insist." And both of you drifted into a serene sleep.
You awoke 2 hours later to Austin laying open-mouthed kisses along your clavicle and leaving hickeys in his wake. He lifted his head to look at your face as
"Hey baby, you awake yet?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Austin pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.
"Austin w-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was planning but hearing the way he spoke to you when he was hot and bothered for you made whatever came next even better.
"How bout' I show you instead of telling?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from around your waist to the waistband of your pants. He inched his hand down further and further into your pants until he parted your lower lips and slowly rubbed circled around your clit.
"aah Aus-Austin, i wan- want", you moved your head up to catch his eyes so you could tell what you wanted but he seemed to already understand. He used his other hand to hold the side of your face and pulled you closer to him and only when you felt like you might burst, did he finally place his lips over yours.
He kissed you so lovingly that it almost made you cry. He pressed his thumb against your clit and when you opened your mouth to call his name, he slipped his tongue inside. Austin was a starved man and he kissed you like he hadn't had the pleasure in years and rubbed circles around your entrance asking for permission.
"Please Austin-"
He didn't wait for you to finish. He inserted his finger knuckle by knuckle to get you acquainted with his thick finger. He used his thumb to keep working your clit and the pleasure only intensified when he eventually found the one spot that made you see stars behind your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to touch him so badly that your fingers were aching and twitching.
"Austin let me t-touch you hmm? Please I wanna feel you."
His answering groan told you all you needed before you reached forward to pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his aching length. He was practically dripping and he panted as you encircled your palm around him and began to pump.
"That's it baby girl you feel so good ugh, you're doing me so well". A whimper escaped your lips at the obscene words he spoke and as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you.
He was almost out of breath when he said, "Can I put it in baby? I need to feel you around me. I know you'll be so warm and ti-"
"Yes! pleeeeease Austin I ca-can't wait anymore."
The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes was absolutely filthy. He pulled your leg farther into the air to slide into your aching hole. His tip teased your entrance for what felt like forever until all of a sudden he was inside of you.
" Umh baby you squeeze me so well. Your tight little cunt is practically begging for me hmm? I know you love getting fucked like this in the mornings. You're a horny little slut aren't you?"
His sentences came accompanied by a thrust of his length and a kiss on your neck.
"You're so b-big Austin. You always fill me up so well." He thrust harder and deeper into you in response to the praise. he brought his hand down from your face to your clit as a reward.
"Aus-Austin im gonna- im gonna cum soon." The moans and whimpers leaving your lips grew louder and winner as he kissed, licked, thrust, and rubbed you everywhere. You could feel everything everywhere all at once.
"Me too baby, do you want it inside?" Austin was also panting and moaning into your neck as he spoke. He wanted to be inside of you forever. He would never tire of how wet you got for him or the whimpers you let out when he got you close to your end.
Austin kept working your clit and thrusting until he felt you start twitching around him.
"Are you almost there baby, i can feel you twitching around me, your little cunt was made just for me." He thrust deeper and harder as he climax drew near.
" No one will ever fuck you like I can huh? I ruined you for anyone else."
"Austin! uh you feel so good. Finish inside of me Austin, please. Can I, can I cum now?" The pleasure was building up so fast and you were starting to get black spots in your vision.
"Yes baby let me feel it, I wanna feel you all wet just for me." He groaned and thrust deeper into you making the bed frame shake with his force. Your body started shaking and he dropped his head into your neck as his hips stuttered.
Austin's cum glazed the inside of you as both of you came together with moans and groans so loud the neighbors would likely be bothered. Austin collapsed on top of you with his length still shoved impossibly deep into you. He tried to reach for the towel in the drawer of the nightstand but you hugged him closer to you.
" Keep it in, I wanna be able to feel you inside of me while I sleep." Your breathy voice tickled his ears and neck as you spoke.
He groaned and lulled his head into your chest "Jesus fuck baby you're gonna make me hard again." Despite his words, he came up to give you a sensual kiss on the lips and tucked your head into his chest as he reached down to cover the both of you with blankets.
You both fell asleep and didn't wake up until well into the afternoon when the sun was setting and the room had gotten cooler.
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This was my first time writing full-blown smut and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't think I did too well so ill have to practice that lol. I hope you enjoyed it!
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since i love your frankie so very much, here's another soft ask for him - sunday morning cuddles or late afternoon nap cuddles?
Lovely Lissie! How can I possibly resist giving Frankie and Ms J a lovely little afternoon cuddle?
Nine in the Afternoon
Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"
Summary: What's a lazy afternoon with Frankie and Ms J look like?
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: T, allusions to sex work, allusions to sexual acts, way too much adorability because I'm in my Frankie feels today. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.
Notes: This is simply some indulgence for us sleepy girls.
Cross-posted on AO3
Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist
Frankie always enters the living room softly on Sunday afternoons. Both out of habit, and because it gives him the privilege of one of his favorite sights.
You smushed into the couch for an afternoon nap.
It happens like clockwork, so predictable Frankie could set another internal clock by it. 3pm on Sunday, if you both were home (and if not, it’s when you’d start yawning) is exactly when you snuggle into the well-worn couch in the living room, put on something soothing, and doze for about forty five minutes. You swore up and down that you hated napping, always felt like crap after one, but the Sunday routine is apparently an exception.
Frankie leans against the doorframe for a moment, taking in your sleep-lax body. It’s not like he doesn’t wake up next to you every morning, but this is a different kind of sleep. Half aware, not deep dreaming but still adrift in a hazy place that you wake from easily. It’s why he’s so careful not to startle you. This forty five minutes is an indulgence for you and for him.
His eyes drift over your limbs tucked and folded over each other, one knee bent and the other stretched out, hands close to your mouth and lightly curved. Your hips cant where the couch sinks, creating a valley that Frankie adores fitting his palm to. The soft swell of your back as you breathe in, the way you sink further into the couch, is all bathed in afternoon sunlight.
Frankie can’t get enough of it.
Soft footsteps bring him to the foot of the couch, shedding his cap and putting his keys and phone on the coffee table. The soft clink rouses you slightly, your head turning to the sound, as Frankie smooths a hand over your shoulder.
“Mind if I join you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, hoping not to wake you too much. You get antsy right after you wake, as if you’re embarrassed that you needed the respite. But you make a throaty noise of agreement and roll forward enough that Frankie can slip a knee in behind you. Bracing on the armrest, he lowers himself, back molding into the couch cushions. Before you can settle again he slips one arm under your neck, fluffing the couch pillow to support you better, and pulls you into the curve of his body.
The sigh you breathe through your nose quirks a smile on Frankie’s face. It’s a little too warm to be cuddled so close, but you’d reassured Frankie you’d rather cook alive than have him shy away from you. He folds his body further to tuck behind your knees, draping his other arm over your stomach. The moment his hand rests on the couch your own is coming to slip inside.
You tell Frankie you love him every day, sometimes in words - “I love you, have a good day,” - other times in actions - a back rub after a long shift under the cars, his favorite meal when all he’s eaten are cold bagels and stale pizza. But there’s something heart-swelling about how your body reacts to him when consciousness is fuzzy. You always reach for him, melt into him, rarely jump when he touches you. It makes the years without you fade, when he wondered if anyone he’d serviced remembered him after. It was a love that transcended thought, and far too many times it made Frankie steady his breath against your shoulder.
Once you’d settled Frankie closes his eyes, willing some of that blissful silence to drag him under. He’s much less inclined to napping, more likely to watch what you put on tv even if he can barely hear it, stealing glances at your soft face and stroking you lightly enough to not wake you. It looks like the Great British Baking Show today, which you’d rewatch about sixteen more times, only getting a few minutes further before sleep overtakes you.
Someone was tempering chocolate incorrectly - Frankie laughs to himself that he knows this now - when you take in a large sigh. He strokes your arm soothingly, but you stretch against him. Much too short a sleep for his liking, but he’ll take the moments with you as he can. Starting to rise, you make a displeased groan at his movement.
“You okay sweetheart?” he murmurs, but you’re scooting and rolling before he gets the words out. Frankie’s eyebrows raise at your scrunched up expression as you roll from facing outwards to tucking back into his chest. A little surprised smile blooms on his face, settling back down as you wind one arm around his waist, your hand slipping to the base of his spine before dipping under his t-shirt. Your other arm tucks between you and Frankie, and he knows you’ll get pins and needles if you lay there too long. You slot your leg between his and, in a motion that builds Frankie’s smile from a flicker to a bonfire, you nuzzle your face into his chest at the base of his throat.
Frankie waits a long minute to see if you’d settle that way, and when you do he pulls you deeper into his body, your hips flush with his and his thick arm wrapping around your back. He props his head up with his other hand and just…watches for a few long minutes, your self-satisfied expression melting back into slumber.
It’s no surprise that Frankie’s body brings comfort, has done so for several people. But tucked into an aging couch in his aging body, the emotion swells in him. You are so many things to him - caring, protective, smart, willful - and to be a comfort for you is the greatest pleasure Frankie has ever given.
Later when you rouse, apologizing for drooling on his shirt and pressing a kiss to his chest, Frankie will roll you onto your back and kiss you breathless. You’ll laugh, asking where all this came from, which Frankie won’t answer. Instead he’ll mouth down your neck, pull the fabric of your shirt down so he can suck a mark just below your collarbone. Maybe you’ll wrap your legs around his narrow waist, or you’ll tease him and promise retribution later.
As long as you always seek him out, he knows your heart is a compass that points to him.
END
The story continues in Plus One
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[lollipop + wakasa]
pairing — platonic! wakasa imaushi × reader (+ hints of you × shin)
desc — wakasa plays matchmaker. that's it. the thought rents free in my head.
ari's note — a blurb from a series i'm procrastinating working on!
tw — wakasa being wakasa (trolling lol)
Wakasa Imaushi is rarely seen without a lollipop wrapped in his mouth. If others use mouth to strike conversation; Wakasa is a quiet guy and uses his to suck lollipop, but once he pops it out -- oh boy, you wouldn’t be witnessing quietude but stochasticity with him.
Like… right now.
“You and Shin are so stupid,” he states, looking at his saliva-coated lollipop whilst spinning its stick. Dark-coloured, could be cola-flavoured. He licks his lower lip, cleaning the sticky luscious stain.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking at him.
His eyes are still averted on the lolly then clouts a lengthy strip. “Wait,” Waka puts the lolly in his mouth and sucks it 11 times and pops it out. “Done,” he drops the lolly from the balcony we are standing at.
Abruptly, from the ground below us a guy yells, “EW, WHO THE HELL THREW THIS LOLLIPOP FROM ABOVE??” the crowd’s attention drawn to the guy and suddenly all of them craned their heads towards the balcony where we are standing at.
I hide myself behind the door but then I hear Waka hums and shouts, “Hey, sorry for that, man,” he bows for a while and raises up, “ take a lick; it’s sarsaparilla -- classic.”. Cryptically sincere. Waka isn't completely cynical, but he can be too honest at times.
No boo-ings, no mayhem. Only silence. Whispers of ‘it is the Wakasa Imaushi’-s are soon to be heard. He waves at them and departs the balcony, grabbing my arm, “Let’s go to the rooftop,” I incline and follow him from behind, some steps away missed from his.
“I won’t flee from you, just so y’know.”
“I certainly didn’t say anything about you running away??”
I tap his arm and he shoots me a what else? look, my gaze turns to my grabbed arm. He nods, understanding. He let go of it.
“Why haven’t either you or Shin taken the first move?” Waka asks flatly. He is standing by the fence, facing the starless tide. His earrings jingle when the cold air surfs through the night. “Please don’t tell me you two are ‘just friends’ or ‘friends with benefits’ thingy,” cocking his head to perceive my face, “Aren’t you?”
He swerves his body, walking in my direction before stopping. Waka’s otiose pupils pivot , studying my face as they slothly aiming direct into my soul. My eyes wildly escape anywhere but his eyes. “Focus,” he whispers, not that undertone, his fingers dance on my jaw slowly. Gasping for air and freezing at the spot, I compel myself to look at his long eyelashes -- eyes wildly looking everywhere as long it isn’t his lazy, sleepy eyes. Waka stands ‘tall’ at 160cm (petite, even), but that pondering look has me shrunken beneath him. “And listen, --”
“-- Benkei and I will set you and Shin up ourselves, okay?”
His fingers are ghosting my jaw, raking down through my hair and thumb is trailing the shape of my right ear. Too much, too much. This is all too much. He touches everyone smoothly as if they were frail, speaks as though he is praying in the dark. He is effortlessly a charmer.
Neither the touch nor the tone has a gripping effect on me, he’s done that to me since the first day our friendship started that I’ve suited myself to this act he put on.
Shin
Me
First move
Shin
Me
First move
Waka is too honest at times, and I never wanted him to ever bulge out the lollipop from his paper-thin lips.
“Waka, do you have any extra lollipop?” a question pops out to change the atmosphere around us, and it seems to work when his fingers no longer trailing my skin and i grab the chance to step backwards.
“Sarsaparilla, caramel, and milk. I want caramel.”
“Let me open the wrapper for you," i offer to him with a dumb smile hanging on my lips, teeth gritting and grazing against their surface. I bent down to reach his height with an extended hand.
His eyes widen in surprise but he still hands me the lollipop. It takes me a lil' while but eventually I succeed to unwrap the wrapper, and relieved, i am letting out a huff of satisfication.
"Ah~ open wide," he opens his mouth (lazily) and I put the lolly on his tongue, "and shut up."
Wakasa raises his brows and sucks the lolly, unbothered. Then he hums muffled sound.
I smile, amused.
"I prefer you with your lollipop inside."
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Kinktober Day 4: Oral
Sam x Bucky x Nat
word count - >1k
a/n - my first time writing with this pair! I hope you all enjoy :D
I kind of wrote this as a drabble because I'm feeling lazy😶🌫️🫥
Bucky liked to take his time with his lovers. He used his tongue skillfully to tease them and bring them to a mind blowing orgasm. He knew each of his lovers' tells and weaknesses. For Natasha, she Always fell apart when he kissed the insides of her legs and above her abdomen. She also loved when he would peer up at her from between her legs.
When he added a finger on top of suckling at her bundle of nerves, she would cry out for him, making hm rut his hips into the mattress.
Finally, when Buckaroo encouraged her to ride his face, she was a goner, a babbling and whining mess, squirming and writhing in the sheets as Bucky played her like an instrument.
With Sam however, he liked to tease tenfold. Sam knew this and each time, without fail, he would try and rut his hips into Bucky's mouth to which he earned a soft smack to his thigh.
When he behaved however, it was heaven. Bucky would be sure to slobber and make a mess all over his dark tip and balls, taking everything into his mouth, just trying to make his best guy feel good.
Sometimes he would suck on only Sammy's tip, coaxing pre cum from his shaft, lapping it up like a man starved. He loved to trace the veins along his length too, kissing them and nibbling at them, making his boyfriend's legs shake.
Sam's favourite thing was when Bucky would choke on his cock, taking him all the way to the base, practically kissing the bundle of hair on Sam's abdomen. He loved watching the way Bucky's eyes would tear up as he tried his best to please him, chocking and gagging as Sam came down his warm throat.
Natasha was a tease and she worked on her own terms. She rarely stayed consistent, changing up her routine to keep her boys on their toes. Sometimes she would make them cum only from sucking on their soft balls, or she would play with their tips, taking them both in her mouth at once, letting them rub against each other in her sinful mouth.
She loved to make them beg, if only to reward them after for being such good boys. Their frenulums had been sucked and nibbled on on more than one occasion.
Samuel was a generous angel. He listened to every request and followed it out the best he could, licking slower or faster, adding more pressure or taking it away.
Bucky loved how quickly he could get him wet, his cock soaked in spit as it slid down Sam's throat. He was always so giving, taking his time and making sure Bucky was enjoying every second.
With Natty, Sam liked to probe his tongue in her pussy, trying to taste as much as he could before she gushed all over his chin. He knew just how to position his face so she could ride it. His nose often bumped at her clit, giving her shocks and jolts of pleasure.
Overall, they loved to tease and play with each other. Each of the triad has a very talented mouth that they love putting to work to bring pleasure to their partners.
I actually really enjoyed writing this! I will definitely be writing with this ship more in the future!
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Greetings, Folks!
Nice to see and meet'cha; Ya'll can call me Mai, Rose, Nik- Anything you want! Just don't call me Lazy-... That's for Mutt ;) ♥
This account is Suggestive! +18 content!
So if you're a minor, please do not interact. It's for everyone's safety- I'm a natural curser! Plus, I enjoy perverted humor!
Swapfell Red is a natural dark place, as well; Be advised there are many dark themes!
Under this theme; Any Fontcest/Pap-Sancest peeps, please go along your way. I will not hesitate to block people who put my brotherly content as something that should be wholesome and comforting with family aspects to something romantic and disgusting between the two brothers because ya'll are too lazy to pair them up with other suitable Monsters. I will not deal with the disturbance of it.
I am a Swapfell Red creator; I ask that you label it as such! Not Fellswap, for that is completely different to what I draw and the confusion over the years is hard enough already.
I enjoy the Swap versions of all sorts;
Underswaps- Blue & Honey/Stretch
Swapfell Purple- Nutty/Grape & Slick/Cash
Fellswap Gold- Wine & Coffee
One of these days, I'd like to venture into Fellswap territory, but besides Swapfell Red, Swapfell Purple can take a good portion of my brain some days. Still trying hard to figure them out, and like SFR; Failing sometimes. Lol.
FAQ;
Commissions Opened?;
Normally I open on my Furaffinity account; Sometimes and rarely, will I alert people here.
Can I Dub your Comic?;
Please ask me FIRST and LINK correctly!!
Can I send you an Ask?
Fuck yeah you can!!! I’d be delighted to answer any of peeps questions!
Places you can find me;
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Thanks and stay awesome, Friendos! ♥
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𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯
I'm Oliver (he/they interchangable), I'm in my 30s, and I'm a roleplayer and writer who does (sometimes very) lazy literate style roleplay. I'm disabled, trans masculine nonbinary, neurodivergent and I like to think I'm a decent enough RP partner if we click. I have Discord, which is predominantly where I roleplay. I reply usually multiple times a day.
I don't care much about literacy levels or mistakes, as long as you have some grasp of English and we're having fun, why does it matter?
You must be 21+ to RP or interact with me. I have no interest in even SFW RP with minors. I don't care about your IRL gender or what have you though.
𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤
Most of these are m×m as I strongly prefer that. Enby×m is fine also. I do f×m incredibly rarely and only if I can play the guy. Trans and intersex characters are very much welcome. Some of my favourite OCs are trans masc themselves and I sometimes AU my favourite canon characters as trans masc too.
Generally I will play either half of these pairings. I also enjoy occasionally doubling up if there's a plot you really want to play also.
I enjoy writing smut and kink immensely, but do also enjoy plot too. A 50/50 split is good. I have a Kink Garden page I can give out on request to see if our kinks align.
I only use real person or solely descriptive FCs. No anime and no cartoons, sorry. I am not picky about your FC usually. I generally favour FCs over 25 at least, and tend to only play people over 30 myself.
I really like becoming friends outside of the RP, I love making playlists, mood boards, chatting, text message threads if appropriate, etc.
My characters are usually switches and vers, but I can assume a more top or Dom role, or a more bottom or submissive role, if it works with the RP.
I do not generally use Tupperbox or related bots but I could for the right RP partner!
Fandom Based:
Generally I am very open to AUs and love putting my favourite characters into them, so don't be afraid to ask if you have your heart set on an AU for any of the following.
Good Omens (Aziraphale × Crowley)
FFXIV (OC × OC only)
Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion × Gale, Astarion × Wyll, Astarion × Halsin, Gale x Wyll, Durge × Most Male Canon Characters, Tav × Most Male Canon Characters)
Fandomless:
All of these ideas are deliberately vague, so we can plot together!
Modern with Supernatural Creatures (Vampire × Werewolf, Werewolf × Werewolf, Undead/Immortal race × Human, Monster × Human generally)
Modern with Magic (Any pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)
Dungeons and Dragons-esque/High Medieval Fantasy (Knight × Prince, Prince × Commoner, Adventurer × Adventurer, Monster × Humanoid generally, Pirates, High Society, Forbidden Romance, any other pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)
Modern (Kinky Hedonist × Newbie to the Kink Scene and other kink lifestyle based plots, Sugar Baby x Sugar Daddy, Musician × Techie, Poet × Musician, Writer × Editor, Florist × Artist, Artist × Muse, Soulmates AU, Forbidden Romance pretty much anything)
Omegaverse (Can be added onto any other plot tbh, I usually play Alpha or Beta against an Omega, but could play an Omega too if wanted against your Alpha or Beta.)
Interested? Contact me through this blog and I'll send you my Discord username!
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Night, informal, wardrobe, makeup and alternative for Athren
This set of prompts truly is well-tailored (hah) to Athren's interests. And it gives me an excuse to share the art you created of him!
wardrobe: How big is your character’s wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?
Prior to coming into a small fortune during the events of Dragon Heist, Athren's financial situation was like:
Food $200
Rent $800
Clothing $3,600
Books $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
He definitely spent way disproportionately above his means on both quantity and quality of clothes. Happily made sacrifices in other areas of his life in order to dress better. In his former life as a noble House servant in Menzoberranzan, not only did he have to spend all his working hours in a uniform, but his clothing choices during his non-working hours were heavily restricted by both his finances and his caste. Now that he's on the surface, getting to express himself through clothes is HUGE to him.
Athren likes having a lot of clothes, especially by the standard of renaissance fantasy pre-industrial-manufacturing. For him, clothes are an art collection. He never throws anything out. If something he wears frequently starts wearing thin, he'd mend, modify, or get it re-tailored into something new. For statement outfits (like the outrageous Sean Connery Highlander look worn to the Cassalanters' midsummer ball), it will have a place of honor in his closet forever as an art piece to display and enjoy.
He doesn't have the skill to make his own clothes, but he does know how to mend simple tears, replace buttons, etc. The kind of thing anybody who grows up poor or middle class would know. And he also knows a lot about maintaining clothing to keep things in excellent condition, although he is very happy to have enough money to pay other people to do his laundry these days. And I love watching YouTube videos about historical clothing, so I have definitely thought about how his clothes get washed.
I was having so much fun with these!! I'll put the rest under a readmore.
night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?
Going to take you through my thought process verbatim on this one.
Huh, never thought about this. Even sleeping/in reverie, he'd still want to feel luxurious. But he'd prioritize comfort, too. And what's physically comfortable would be something that's familiar to him.
I wonder if spider silk is soft.
It would be so funny if he used his Dragon Heist earnings for super special Underdark-imported spider silk pajamas.
Hey isn't Rae's Dragon Heist PC Kiarhys from a merchant family specializing in textiles, with business operations both below and aboveground?
Something something I think there is a worldstate where Athren and Kiarhys meet via his quest for fancy pajamas.
makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?
Rarely, but for special occasions or to coordinate with certain ensembles, sure. I'm quite partial to the way in The Mask of Mirrors men casually wear metallic eyeshadow/eyeliner sometimes. Also I think highlighter on his already nice cheekbones would be devastating. Davil should get to be quietly dazzled on a date where he sees Athren wear makeup for the first time.
informal: What’s your OC’s lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they’re winding down?
Although I devote a lot of time to finding sumptuous Elizabethan outfit refs for Athren, the man does actually own regular, comfortable tunic-and-trouser renaissance fantasy staple clothes.
alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be? If they’re a fantasy character, what’s their modern look?
The best way to capture Athren's sartorial sensibilities in a modern AU would be to put him in a semi-alternative fashion that looks flamboyant but still sharp. I'd dress him in the Black Dandy revival style. Some examples:
The Iconic Dandy Wellington:
From Meet the Black Dandies:
#athren dahana#waterdeep dragon heist#I'm especially glad you asked the modern AU question because I already had the answer in mind!!#although elizabethan clothes look kind of eccentric to our modern eye (especially the ruffs)#the contemporary dandy style is how I imagine Athren gets perceived in-world by his peers#it's eye-catching but also distinctly high class and looks fuckin Good#also @ rae does kiarhys's family business import spider silk garments to the surface? this is important
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The magic user au sounds so interesting! Id love to know more about how the characters act within the au, specially Rodolfo. I think your idea for him is really fascinating ^^
Ahh, thank you! Okay, so first, the game is gonna look really different in my storyline because A) accidentally made Rodolfo and Alejandro a two for one package (i'll explain in a moment) so Rodolfo is just kind of gonna have to be there for most of the scenes he wasn't and B) not a lot of the game actually makes sense with the new context (ironically the alone mission is completely fine). Personally, I'm fine with putting Rodolfo in more because he's my favorite character and I love writing for him, and C) a few missions are getting ret conned because they make no sense in the new context and also, I don't want to write them.
Second, I am probably gonna use this magic system for my next book because Anon, I have already spent wayyy too long coming up with details for it.
Anyway, let me tell you about the characters and stuff. Basically, first, I gotta get this out of the way, without thinking I made this idea where there are people born with mostly supplemental powers or powers that rely on others. (Rodolfo, for example, and Price). In most countries in North and South America, they pair up a physically powered person (called Elementals because I am lazy) with one of these supplemental/reliant powered people. A few examples are mirrors, healers, and those who can just magnify or mute powers on their own, but also Prisms. Ergo, Rodolfo and Alejandro are "bonded" and each other's "pair". Do you see how this accidentally makes them inseparable lol? (Also I have put too much thought into their relationship if anyone wants me to make a post just about that)
Prisms are also seen as kind of useless in other parts of the world where they're more rare.
Soap, specifically, is going to have this bias, though he doesn't realize it and gets better lol.
There's also a lot of bias for other Magi (my chosen name for these people unless it is problematic in which case, no it is not and I will change it) between each group of Magi. Like, Torches hate Blizzards and Aquifiers for obvious reasons, everyone hates Mirrors because they "steal" abilities, etc etc. (See how I put too much thought?)
Basically, i have a lot I have to preface for the characters. Normal racism and stuff still exists as well, but that's to be expected.
Oh and all characters have like One almost special move that they do (some have more but it’s mostly one) because I’m trying to stick with video game elements
Some details from my character notes I'm making:
Ghost
Same backstory just a little more fitted for this AU.
Spirits are rare and Ghost is one of the few left in Europe
For Spirits that are found and scouted for the military, almost all do solo missions. Ghost is the first in a while to work on a task squad.
Spirits can see each other when they’re “Cloaked” and this is why Ghost can’t cloak and find Johnny as Graves has several searching the town
Reason why spirits are so rare is they have to pull themselves back together and some “cloak” for the first time and just can’t pull themselves back
Cloaks involuntarily when he’s nervous
He ends up accidentally bonded with Soap and so can “blow” things up into shadow just by touching them
Can make parts of his body cloak without the rest cloaking (his special move)
Soap:
Was the most powerful Firecracker on his training unit, but has really bad impulsive habits which held him back a bit
Wasn’t scouted, still tried to sign up at 16 several times
Soap, due to bond, can use Ghost’s knives to blow people up into shadows
Gets hit in the alone mission with bullets that block his power, leaving him defenseless for the entirety of it
Smells like gunpowder all the time
Still a very proficient sniper
Calls Ghost’s ability “poofing” and gets his life threatened by Ghost
Gaz:
Was scouted at 18 and was the most powerful Telekinetic in his training unit
Still considered one of the most powerful
His special move is called “flicking” as he can send small objects flying at roughly the same speed as a bullet and is fairly precise with it
Keeps a bag of marbles that Price occasionally refills so he can use them to flick
He and Rodolfo break a window because both and curious how big of an item Gaz can flick when he’s magnified
Smashes a giant rock over someone at some point
Still fell out of a helicopter and had to use his abilities upside down
Found out his ability by breaking a window when playing marbles as a kid
Price:
Despite not being that great of a Prism, is a very very good soldier
Prisms in England usually get put in charge of Units and Squads due to their ability being helpful in keeping control of their men
Can just turn off powers like a light switch
Has a potential secondary ability because his senses are incredibly heightened
Can still feel abilities like other prisms
Alejandro:
Joined at 18 and Rodolfo followed, them being paired was only natural because of their already existent bond
One of the most powerful torches
Actually another reason Elementals are paired with someone is so if they get to be a problem, their pair can just be taken out which does pretty severe damage to the Elemental
Special ability is just straight lighting himself on fire and fighting people
When Rodolfo is magnifying him he can make giant fireballs
Doesn’t physically touch anyone anymore because he’s burned several people (including Rodolfo)
When he gets angry, his skin smokes and becomes too hot to touch, so Rodolfo mutes his powers
Not at all useless without Rodolfo but because of their trust, Rodolfo has a lot of control over Alejandro’s powers so Alejandro can just focus on fighting and keeping them both alive
Blood boiling is an accident thing, not something he has much control over
Tattoos glow when he’s using his ability. I think that is a cool trope
Rodolfo:
Is a fairly powerful prism, hence why it was even more natural for him to be paired with Alejandro
Alejandro doesn’t even know he can mirror because they’re very looked down upon and exploited by militaries everywhere
Special move is actually magnifying someone’s ability to the point they “burn out” and die. Doesn’t use it often because he loses all of his abilities for a while afterwards
Doesn’t stop him from blowing up a Firecracker in front of Soap because Soap asked if he was defenseless without Alejandro
If a Prism dies, their pair can “burn out” and die, so Prisms have to be trained really well in self defense, so Rodolfo is far from defenseless
Gets “has to be kept alive” privilege from the Los Vaqueros due to being Alejandro’s pair. In general in the Los Vaqueros, Prisms and healers are well protected not just for them but for their pairs
The fire in the one scene is replaced with him being stabbed and sprinklers being on because the whole fire element doesn’t make sense with Alejandro’s ability lol
Has a burn scar on his neck and cheek from getting into a fight with Alejandro. Doesn’t talk about them much
I have details for Valeria and Graves too (also a lot more for each character. Like a Lot More.) And I just have like way more details about the worldbuilding in general. Again, I’m a fantasy writer, magic systems are my favorite part, so just ask me anything, I can and will answer it
#Alejandro Vargas#Rodolfo Parra#Alejandro x Rodolfo#Aledolfo#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II#Call Of Duty#John Price#Kyle Gaz Garrick#Gaz COD#Price COD#A father and his son#Call of Duty Modern Warfare II#Johnny Soap Mactavish#Simon Ghost Riley#Soap Cod#Ghost COD#Soapghost#Ghostsoap#Soap x Ghost#Ghost x Soap#Macriley#Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2#a-queue bless you
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Ok so I have a fic request if you’re interested! Basically Changbin is already really fat, and he’s with someone (whoever in skz you want it to be), and so his own lazy habits rub off on them, and they start eating more too. The person is in denial of their weight gain at first, especially as they’re skinnier than Changbin. Eventually though, they like getting fatter, especially as Changbin appreciates both of their growing bellies.
Ok thank you for hearing me out. Please write this, thank you 😌
basically, the fact that this was a request for a fic from you and that it included Changbin was a too good a thing to refuse to write 🤭
I think the last time I wrote so fast for a fic was a long time ago.
So for the pairing i go for a Seungbin because I think it's an underestimated pairing but above all it's my favorite 😌
I hope you like what I wrote ♡
ARE YOU HUNGRY ?
- "Hyung ... that's a lot of food isn't it?" Asked then Seungmin confused
- "What do you mean? I barely ordered a bit more than usual"
If "a bit more than usual" meant a dozen takeaway bags full of fast food instead of eight bags then yes it was more than usual.
-Hyung you know it's not healthy, I don't care what you do with your health but don't complain if you can't get out of bed without me" teased then the puppy like before sitting down next to him.
Changbin chuckled before putting his arm around his alant's shoulders and adding "You always say that, but you'd really like to see me at your mercy".
-"I just love your curves hyung that's different" he said without showing indifference while his hands they rested on his imposing belly to rub it
-"I'm sorry but this is more than curve" he interrupted him amused
-"What ? So you want me to say how much i love your fat ? You want to hear me saying how it drives me crazy hm ?"finally retorted the puppy with a smirk before snatching a languorous kiss from his lover
So as their Netflix and chill night was about to begin!
Oh, but let's introduce you to the couple.
On one side, Kim Seungmin works for a finance company. With his sarcastic nature and dark humor, he hid his devilish side behind his cute puppy dog looks that made everyone fall over. and he's also the number one fan of Changbin's body since day 1
He was of average height and very slim, so slim that you'd be thinking he was a model!
On the other side, Seo Changbin, his boyfriend of over 6 months, music producer for the JYP label and member of the trio 3RACHA who co-produced various music together, was his opposite, he might look imposing and frightening from the outside, but deep down he was a a melting marshmallow who could barely be spoken to.
Compared to Seungmin, he was small but above all big... really big! It was said that he should weigh between 130 and 150 kilos, but the brunette wasn't used to weighing himself. He was confident in his own body and love so much food to compromise
As you can see, Changbin was fat from a very early age, the son of a very well-to-do family. As he grew older, his love of food intensified, and so did his waistline, reaching the stage where he was now.
Their first meeting was something really special! it's was in a supermarket around 10 p.m , Seungmin was in a hurry and Changbin was tired, but as soon as they crossed each other's paths they lit up.
And it went on until now! They'd just moved in together, and although they'd have to get used to the routine of the other , it was such a pleasant feeling to live under the same roof as your lover.
and then over time they will be able to take on the other's habits for their own ...
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
- "Minnie? Why didn't you tell us we could have watched this movie together?" Changbin complained as Seungmin began to fall into one of his habits: hanging out when he had free time.
And it just so happened that the puppy had decided to do this on the day Changbin had to finish a music production and get to the agency, something he rarely did as he worked from home. So when the brunette saw her lover surrounded by empty snack packs, a pizza box on the edge of the table and an unfinished doughnut, he was only concerned that Seungmin was watching a film without him, even though they'd forbidden each other to do so.
-You don't like this kind of movie, so I didn't want to bother you with it" declared Seungmin, looking very concentrated on the screen in front of him.
- "I'd like to make an effort for my Minnie anyway" he declared as he scooped up some rubbish from the floor and slumped down beside his boyfriend.
-Ouch, don't push me too hard, I've got no more space afterwards".
The brunette simply giggled as she settled down to cuddle his lover and enjoy the film. Seungmin was right, he didn't like scary movies but he made an exeption just for clinging next to his boyfriend.
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
And moments like this began to happen quite often. Changbin, who found Seungmin to eat more , becaming lazier . He had always been an advocate of home cooking, and now found himself ordering food very often, claiming he wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend than cooking.
The reality? He'd become completely lazy! If it weren't for going to work, he'd spend his days in bed, cuddling Changbin and watching a movie in front of a fastfood meal.
But this new routine began to take its toll on him and his waistline...
You might say that eating so much junk food a day only made him fatter, yet he seemed not to notice how his belly was now resting on his knees, how his thighs had thickened and his hips widened! It was something he had to face every day when he had to put on his three-piece suit to go to work, but he just assumed that Changbin didn't know how to use the washing machine but didn't say anything because he didn't want his lover to take it the wrong way.
- "If your suit's too tight you can have mine, it doesn't fit anyway" Changbin declared before pinching his own belly, he too seemed to have put on weight recently but it was only an addition to his already large and massive body. Just like that, Seingmin began to wear Changbin's old costume without making any sense behind them, as if it were normal for him to go from size S to XL so quickly.
In fact, he was in a state of desilusion, and it wasn't as if the world was hiding from him that he was getting big! His desk chair squeaked loudly when he sat in it, his appetite had increased even morr, approaching that of his lover, and let's not even mention the talk of his colleagues on his back, because obviously no one was going to ask him directly how Kim Seungmin had turned into a whale in just a few months?
The answer? His boyfriend, whom he loved so much that he agreed to have another piece of cake, was the reason why he had to spend almost entire weekends watching movies and eating junk food. The answer? Love.
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
-"Binnie yah come help me my jean don't want to close" yell Seungmin from their bedroom while he was squirming to try to close the button of this pair of jeans (which incidentally belonged to Changbin at the time they met)
The brunette came waddling up to him rather quickly before coming to his side, breathing heavily as if those few smetres of avakt mzrches were hard on him and his big, fat body.
But as soon as he saw Seungmin wriggling into one of his old jeans, he couldn't help but giggle loudly, earning a dark look from Seungmin, who cried out "Yah, you're not helping me!
- "Sorry Minnie, but ... these pants definitely don't fit you, so stop insisting, I've got some others that might fit you".
But Seungmin persisted, for him it wasn't a question of size but of willpower. "It's your fault it shrunk in the washing machine" he then accused him before finally goving up , totally out of breath.Changbin took offence (or at least pretended to) and gave Seungmin a half-confused, half-amused look.
-"My fault? You forgot you did the laundry last week! Besides, I don't think the reason here is the jeans, but you".
- "So it's my fault ?!" The youngest then raged before sitting down on the bed, causing a tear on the back of his pants that made him blush violently while Changbin became even more amused.
-"Now admit it, Minnie, you've put on weight... and not just a little!" He said at last, grabbing the part of Seungmin's belly that was sticking out of his shirt.
-"How dare you say that? I've only had to gain a few kilos, it's no big deal!"
- "Just a few kilos? Jagi , these jeans were mine, I was wearing them when we met. Remember how fat I was even before?" Declared then the brunette with a more understanding tone although amused
Seungmin sighed to himself, he had to face the evidence, if he'd just rip a pair of jeans from Changbin, who was very fat, then he'd probably become very fat too .... although he like the idea, after all, it's not as if he was going to lose that weight by magic.
-"Hyung, I'm hungry, let's order some pizzas!" he declared as he got up, stroking his own tummy to coax Changbin (which worked because he couldn't stop staring intently).
But the brunette didn't try to understand, in this kind of moment words weren't enough, so he just said "What kind of pizza do you want?"
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
- "Minnie, that's a lot of food, I don't think we can manage to eat it all. .."
Seungmin turned to Changbin in disgust, when did the brunette refuse food now?
-"You're the one who told me you couldn't make up your mind, so I took it all, and if we don't eat it all, we'll have something left over later".
-"But it won't taste the same afterwards".
- "Let's make eat now then"
- "I'm going to start believing you eat so much to try and look like me."
- "Or I'll make you eat much as I do so that I look thin even next to you."
- "You'll never look thin with that body" he camebashing as he patted her bellybmasskf lying heavily on her thick thighs
Seungmin just laughed before kissing his lover and adding, "At least I always want to go through the front door!"
-"Only for the moment"
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Soft and Sweet
I know it's been a while, but I've had a few story ideas and I crave your work lol. I really want soft Remus h/c. Remus feels like he can't be soft though. And he knows about all the reassurances and the "be who you are" speeches that Logan got when he felt like he needed to be a robot and Patton got when he was hiding being sad and Janus got and- well everyone but him basically got. But he never needed that speech cause he is being himself, and he's happy with himself... however being himself has some disadvantages. He's as soft as a porcupine covered in nails with how his brain and magic works (he thinks even though he's definitely been soft with others and helped them) and he really wants a soft day and for once his intrusive thoughts are taking a lazy day or something so he wants his freaking soft day with everyone. He just really doesn't know how to go about it since it's so rare for him. 💜 (Doesn't have to be hurt/comfort. But I'm in love with the idea of Remus trying to set up a soft and quiet day and failing and trying to not ask for help cause "that's stupid") – insanitori
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Warnings: none! just soft remus and soft janus
Pairings: dukeceit, can be platonic or romantic you decide
Word Count: 3280
This is it! This is it! This is it, this is his soft day, he's so ready for it.
He's made sure he doesn't have to go into the Imagination to work, he doesn't have to go and bother the others and they won't bother him, and he's even pilfered a copy of Roman's fairy lights to hang up on the edges of the room.
Remus claps his hands and wriggles, unable to keep the manic grin off his face. It's been so long since he had a day where he wasn't busy—and really, can you blame him? Have you seen all the shit running through good old Tommy Salami's head recently?—and now that it's here, he can have his soft day the way that everyone else has. You know, where you don't have to do anything in particular, except the things you really want to, and you can make sure that the lighting is just perfect and your drink is just right and the whole world is a little floaty and sweet and just the way you want it.
He's heard everyone extoll the virtues of a soft day for ages now—he lives with Janny, for crying out loud, he knows better than anyone the benefits of having a soft day, okay, and if you'd been forced to sit through about a million TED talks on the matter, you would too—and finally, finally, he gets to know what it's like himself. So last night, when he'd been getting ready for sleep, he put on his coziest pajamas and snuggled down in his softest blankets and took way too long to get to sleep because he was so excited.
Which brings him to now.
About three hours before his soft day is technically supposed to begin, Remus is awake. Now, if he were awake for just too-excited reasons, this might not be as big of a problem, but he's not awake for no reason.
His back hurts.
Frowning, Remus twists under the covers, trying to figure out which muscle has decided to be a thorny dildo and wake him up. No, it's not that one…no, that one's fine…it's only his right side that hurts when he's trying to figure it out but it's hurting in a place where there isn't really a muscle to be causing that type of pain. Maybe it's a bit further up? His fingers press along his spine, trying to locate the tell-tale knot where he can prod halfheartedly at it until he can go back to sleep.
But everything he tries just hurts, and not in the productive way a massage is supposed to.
He flips over, making the mattress jostle, and tries to twist and stretch it out. It hurts like a stretch is supposed to, but it doesn't feel like he's actually stretching it out, just that it's hurting.
This isn't supposed to happen today. This is supposed to be his soft day. Not his back-aches-and-who-the-fuck-knows-why day.
He looks at the clock. It's still about two hours before he's supposed to be up. Muttering something unsavory about muscles and how much he'd like to permanently redesign them, he closes his eyes and tries to ignore it long enough to go back to sleep.
The pain makes it difficult, forcing him to shift about this way and that to try and find a place that won't strain the muscle and make it worse, but also that isn't causing the problem in the first place. Is it the mattress? But he's slept on this mattress for ages without a problem, is it how he's sleeping? Probably, but he always sleeps like a roly-poly, why would it just now be causing him problems? Was it something that had built up over time and he was just now noticing it? But that barely made sense either, unlike the other Sides that rarely paid attention to their bodies until they were in absolute-danger-will-die-and-fall-apart mode, he knew that he needed to take care of his meat sack.
Which is why he was supposed to be having a soft day.
No. Nope. Not happening. He has been looking forward to this soft day for ages. He was not going to let some stupid back pain ruin it.
He doesn't quite manage to get back to sleep, but he does manage to slip into that little half-sleep daze where everything is all nice and floaty until it's time to get up. He sits up, wincing at the pull in his back but smiling when he sees the gentle light coming in from the window.
Perfect.
He gets up, reaching for the remote to turn on the fairy lights. He makes them a soft green color, to match the ambiance of his room, and he's just about to put the remote down and go about his soft day when he notices that one of the lights is flickering when it isn't supposed to be. Frowning, he crosses the room and reaches for it, pulling it down and trying to discern what the problem is.
Maybe the bulb is faulty?
He looks at the back, trying to find how it's connected, and locating a few screws that hold the back of the bulb to a tiny panel connected to the main wire. He should have a screwdriver around here somewhere…maybe it's over on his desk.
He goes to root around, pushing aside his other projects, pliers, and scraps, but he doesn't see his screwdriver. Alright, maybe it's in his toolbox.
After upending the entire thing when he can't seem to find it and sorting through the piles and piles of screws and bolts and nails, he has to conclude that no, there is no screwdriver in here. Or rather, there is, but it's not the right one. Those screws are tiny, they're not gonna work with the normal-sized one.
He bites his lip and goes back to the flickering light, all but glaring at the screws. Maybe if he just uses something sharp, like the corner of something small, he'll be able to get it open. Yeah, that should work.
He takes the point of another tool and start to turn it in the screw. There, he can feel the traction of it, this is working, he's almost there—
Only to realize he's just stripping the head of the screw and now there's no hope of getting it out even with the right screwdriver.
Fine. Fine. It's fine. This light will just be flickery. He shoves it inside one of the chew toys he's making for Uma and takes a deep breath.
Soft day. Soft day.
What about a shower? Janny's always saying that he takes a shower and it makes him feel better, let's try that.
He goes into the bathroom, wincing at the bright lights, and just turns on the one near the door. There. That way, there's enough shadow in the shower itself to make it feel all warm and cozy, but he won't be flopping about in the dark. He takes off his pajamas and turns the shower on, waiting for the room to get nice and steamy before getting in.
At first, it's great. The pressure of the warm water does wonders for the budding headache, reminding him of why it's one of his favorite grounding techniques when the voices get too loud. It's not too loud, it's not too quiet, he can watch the light make pretty patterns in the water as it runs down his arms, his hands, his fingers, and the little ornament with bath salts that Logan gave him to help him focus smells so good.
But then his back starts to hurt again.
Maybe it'll be easier to stretch standing up? He raises his arms above his head, accidentally knocking into the ceiling, and tries leaning to this side first, then this side, then back, trying to isolate the problem. Then he leans over, trying to touch his toes, only to realize that stretch is more for his legs and he'd rip them apart before he even got close to stretching the right part of his back. Maybe backwards—nope, nope, not backwards, not in the shower, he's not trying to crack his skull open today, that's Thursday.
He lets out a sigh and his forehead clunks against the tile wall.
Maybe he should just focus on getting his back not to hurt first. Then he can go about his soft day without worrying about it. Maybe he can take another shower later.
He gets out, toweling off, and shucks the pajamas back over his head. Going out to his room, he puts his hands on his hips and scrunches his face up.
"Okay, you little shit, what the fuck do you want?"
Twisting sort of helps, but it just feels like he's making it worse. Doing a bridge doesn't help because it's too low down. Cat-cow and child's pose aren't working the right parts, and doing a lying-down twist with his knees on one side then the other works, technically, but it just feels like he's succeeding in making it hurt and not actually doing anything productive.
Maybe it's just sore? He has been sitting down a lot lately, maybe moving around a bit will get the muscle warmed up and help it stop doing whatever the fuck it's doing. So he gets up and starts trying to figure out how to do that.
Turns out that specifically trying to work that section of his back requires exercising a lot more of his body by default and he is not a fan of exercising. Plus, these pajamas are great when he's lying in bed or lazing around not doing anything, but as he starts to work up a sweat, they start to pinch and rub and pull and really just get disgusting, so he has to take them off and put on these ill-fitting scratchy things that are the only other ones clean right now.
As he pulls it over his head, the tag gets stuck in his hair and suddenly he just wants to rip the whole thing in half. This was supposed to be his soft day, goddamnit, and everything is just fucking awful. He tried so hard to just get this day where he was free and he could be soft and it was supposed to work and now his good pajamas are sweaty and his lights are flickery and his back hurts and everything sucks.
He lowers his arms. His back hurts. He stands in the middle of his room, panting. He looks around.
Blood and viscera cover the walls. Half-completed projects cover every surface. There's a mangled piece of metal pinning an old piece of pizza to the desk.
What was he thinking?
He can't be soft. That's not his job. His job is to be gross and ridiculous and annoying.
No wonder this wasn't working.
As the realization washes over him, he suddenly feels the absence of those three hours of sleep thanks to his stupid back. He trudges back over to his bed and flops down on it, ignoring the pain. He stares out the window.
…there's a project he needs to finish when he wakes up. He'll just do that today instead.
***
You deserve a soft awakening, my dear.
***
Rain patters gently against the window just beyond the curtains. The sun has not hidden its face completely, the fabric coloring amber as a few stray sunbeams reach their fingers through to brush his cheeks. He stirs in the bed, covers rustling and shifting around him as his eyes slowly open.
The window was cracked, the warm smell of cool rain drifting through, curling around the edges of still-damp hair. His limbs, still sleep heavy, move toward it. A soft hum escapes his throat.
He lies there like an old oak tree, speckled with moss and lichens as the rain falls around him. Roots seem to grow from his trunk and hold him fast to the bed, refusing to let him so much as roll over.
His eyes flutter once more.
The rain continues to fall, slight breezes wafting through the window to venture tentatively around the room. They curl over his desk, his nightstand, his lamp. His phone sits plugged in, its alarms asleep, screen blank. A thin ray of light warms its edge. The breeze toys idly with a strand of his hair.
The rain manages to slip through the grey haze permeating his brain, but no more, for it takes all the limited focus he has to feel the covers, hear the rain, smell the breeze. And it is so warm, so sweet, so gentle there, nestled beneath the covers, that he feels no urging to move.
A soft rumble of thunder, far away in the distance.
Storms can be timeless, truly, and so he drifts in that semi-lucid state until a quiet creak comes from the door.
"Sweetie, are you awake?"
Muffled footsteps make their way across the door and the bed dips with another's weight, a familiar face swimming into view.
"There you are," Janus murmurs, reaching out to steady himself as he leans closer, "hello, sweetie."
He hums, blinking slowly.
"Are you alright? I've never known you to linger in bed for so long." His concern washes gently over Remus's trunk. "Are you sick?"
He shakes his head.
"No? Not sick?" He shifts his arm to prop himself up more securely. "Just tired?"
"Tried to have a soft day. Didn't work."
"Oh, sweetie," he hears distantly, before something warm brushes his forehead, "it's alright. You can still have your soft day. Can I help?"
"Help?"
"Yes, sweetie, will you let me take care of you? That's soft, right?"
"But it's stupid."
"I do hope you're not saying that soft days are stupid," Janus murmurs, voice gentle enough to take the sting out of the slight chastisement, "are you?"
"Me needing help with them is stupid."
"Oh, sweetie, no. It's alright." Even Janus sounds upset at that, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "It's alright to get help for something like that, you're letting someone take care of you, that's soft, that's okay. Please, sweetie, let me help? Let me take care of you?"
Remus stirs a bit, blinking up at him. "Why?"
"Why?"
"Why're you so excited? What're you getting out of it?"
Janus's confusion gentles as he huffs, tapping Remus lightly on the cheek. "Do you know how often I get to spoil you as opposed to everyone else? Because it's not that often, sweetie, and you know how I get about things I want."
A light pink flush rises to Remus's cheeks.
"Let me spoil you, sweetie," Janus murmurs, running his fingers over his face, "let me be soft with you. I want to."
"Okay."
Janus smiles and reaches down to guide the covers away from his neck, making it easier to breathe. His touch lingers as he tucks it away, reaching up to card his fingers through his hair. Remus hums, pleased, and he strokes a thumb along the curve of his cheek.
"Do you want to tell me what didn't work before?"
"My back." Remus shuffles. "Hurts."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, would a massage help?"
"We can try."
"Roll over for me, then, dear, let's see what we can do."
He mumbles and tries to roll only for the covers to ruck up awkwardly under him and trap him there. A disgruntled noise makes Janus laugh as he reaches to help, still laughing when Remus's expression turns outraged.
"Oh, the big eyes," he murmurs when he blinks up at him, "is that good?"
He lets out a startled huff when Remus pouts up at him instead.
"Come now, what's all that for?"
"'S hard."
"It's hard? What, moving?"
"Mhm."
"You poor thing," he says softly, only half teasing as he helps roll him onto his back, "comfortable?"
"Yeah."
"Lovely. Hold on a moment, let me just…there. Alright, can I lift up your shirt?" When Remus nods, he carefully takes the hem of his pajama shirt and raises it up, only to let out a noise of dismay. "Oh, sweetie, you're all bruised back here…I'm not sure a massage will be helpful, but I'll rub some bruise cream onto it, how does that sound?"
"Okay."
Thunder rumbles again as he works, closer.
"Close your eyes if you like, sweetie. I'll stay with you."
His touch is warm, and he must have taken his gloves off, calluses dragging slightly along the curves and sweeps as he traces. Parts of Remus's skin tingle slightly from the contract between the cool breeze and his gentle touch. After a few moments, he goes from rubbing the cream into particular places to running long passes up and down the planes of his back, up and down, up and down.
It overwhelms him with soft persistence, following the pitter-patter of the rain and the humming of the warmth just beyond the curtains. Time drifts away once more, carried by the soft tender brush of the breeze over the covers.
After a while, he realizes Janus is calling him.
"Sweetie," he says, "sweetie, can you open your eyes for me?"
Remus does with some reluctance.
"There you are, yes, hello. I'm all done, now, and the cream has soaked in as much as it's going to. Would you like a cuddle?"
He mumbles softly and Janus leans down.
"Was that a yes, dear?"
"Mhm."
"Alright, then, one moment."
Another roll of thunder as he carefully slips under the covers too, letting out a small noise at how warm it is.
"Come here, then, sweetie," he murmurs, carefully coaxing Remus into his arms as the breeze gusts about, "there…all better."
He smells of spilled tea and fresh water. Remus tucks his nose into the crook of Janus's neck as more hands come to trace little invisible lines up his back, across his shoulders, down his sides. He snuffles at the slight ticklish touch and Janus's chuckle rumbles against his chest.
"You talk a big game," he whispers, "about not being all sweet and cuddly and precious…but I know better. You can be all soft too, Remus, you can have soft days too."
And as the rain continues to fall, the thunder rumbling gently out of the window, it becomes the easiest thing in the world to drift away there, in Janus's arms.
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Mornings With Mingyu
Pairings: Mingyu x afab reader
Summary: Morning sex with Mingyu
Genre: smut/fluff
Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus
Word count: ~2k
Author’s Note: I started this last month and it was 99% finished and I just couldn't figure out how to write an ending at all. It's like the worst part of writing for me I can't end things haha.
So yeah the ending to this is not amazing but the rest of it I think is good, I hope you enjoy it. And if anyone has any advice on how to end stories let me know.
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You wake up to the sound of light snoring in your ear. The weight of one of Mingyu's strong arms over your shoulder as he unconsciously pulls you closer to his body, your back against his chest.
Mingyu rarely slept over but when he did it was bliss. You stayed up late playing video games or watching movies and he would always cuddle you until you fell asleep.
And when you woke up, he was just there. You loved waking up with him, morning Mingyu was one of your favourites. He was always so sleepy and goofy, an adorable giant.
You take a peek at your watch to check the time, it's early and the sun is peaking through your curtains. Thankfully Mingyu didn't have to be at work for a while so you could enjoy this time with him. Even if he was sleeping, his body was warm and you felt extra cosy in the sheets with him around you. He made you feel safe in his arms, and his body just fit around yours perfectly.
Suddenly Mingyu's arm is no longer around you as he shifts to his other side. You turn with him and wrap your arm under his becoming the big spoon. Your face buried into his shoulder breathing in his musky scent.
You think about turning his alarm off, getting him to play hooky with you and stay home but you knew Jihoon would be angry at you. Mingyu was meant to be in the studio today, recording a new song. He had talked about it last night saying he needed to rest his voice, not that it stopped him from talking the whole way through the movie you watched together.
Mingyu begins to turn again in his sleep, you move out of his way so he doesn't crush you. You use this opportunity to run to the bathroom and freshen up before Mingyu wakes up.
When you return, Mingyu is awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Morning," you say climbing back into bed and snuggling in next to him.
"Good morning," he replies, scratching your head as he reads his messages. "Did you sleep well?"
"The best,"
"Me too, I always sleep better when I'm with you."
You smile and reach up to take Mingyu's phone, setting it to the side before you climb on top of him, straddling him and kissing him good morning.
"So we have some time before you have to leave," you start when you sit up, "Maybe we could put this morning wood to some use." you roll your hips to cause friction between your crotch and Mingyu's.
He laughs and pulls you down for a long kiss, rolling you over so he is now on top of you, the weight of him sinking you into the mattress.
"So that's why you got me to stay over huh?" Mingyu said, burying his head into the crook of your neck and peppering it in kisses.
"It's one of the reasons that crossed my mind," you replied, rubbing your foot along the back of his thigh as you hooked your leg around him to bring him closer.
Mingyu shifted his weight into one arm as he kissed up your jaw to meet your lips again, his other hand travelling up your hip and under the t-shirt, you are wearing to caress your breast.
His movements are slow and lazy but you aren't in any hurry, you enjoyed having this time with your boyfriend where it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
Mingyu begins to kiss down your jaw again, moving down towards your breasts, pushing your t-shirt the whole way up so he can tease your nipples with his mouth. His teeth lightly bite them causing you to thrust your hips towards him, the pleasure causing your arousal to begin to seep into your underwear.
He smiles against your skin before kissing further down your body, stopping at the waistband of your lacy underwear. "You look so beautiful in the morning," Mingyu sighs sitting up.
You blush under his gaze, pulling your t-shirt down as you feel overexposed. Usually, when you hooked up it was in the evening with low lighting and so Mingyu had never seen you so bare in the daylight.
"Don't hide," Mingyu sits you up pulling your t-shirt over your head. "Don't be self-conscious with me, I love your body," he says between kisses as he makes his way from your jaw back down your body. "Your breasts are perfect, so soft and perky. Your hips are so sexy when you sway them side to side on your short skirts,"
You're on your back again as Mingyu's hands begin sliding your underwear down your legs. "And your legs are so long, your thighs so full. I want to bury myself between them all day, pleasuring you, tasting you." His face is between your legs now, one hand on each thigh, his breath on your core, your breathing has turned shallow in anticipation for him to touch you.
"Yes please Gyu," you say looking down at him.
Mingyu kisses along your thighs, getting close to your pussy but not touching it yet, teasing you and causing you to push your hips towards him but his hands are keeping you firmly on the mattress.
Finally, his tongue touches your core and you let out a moan as he lazily drags it along your folds and around your clit. "You taste so sweet," Mingyu smiles before he continues working his tongue over you, causing you to whisper his name over and over as your pleasure begins to build.
"Gyu, please I need you," You whine, his tongue feeling amazing but you wanted to feel him inside you, his body on yours.
"As you wish baby," Mingyu stands so he can remove his underwear, a wet patch had formed at the front from his arousal. His cock stands proudly as he kneels back down between your thighs, he rubs his length along your core to coat himself in your arousal.
You lean up to kiss him as he slowly pushes his cock into you, his mouth capturing your moans as his hips meet yours.
He is still inside you, enjoying the feel of your walls enveloping his member. You stare into each other's eyes, enjoying the closeness. His hand brushes the hair out of your face and he caresses your cheek.
"You feel so good," Mingyu says as he begins to move his hips.
"You feel better," you reply, kissing his neck as his head buries into your shoulder.
Neither of you is in a hurry for this connection to end, so you take your time, Mingyu's hands locking with yours as he moves at a steady pace.
"I could stay like this all day," he sighs, his weight shifting you further into the mattress as he thrusts deeply into you. "Your pussy is so warm and wet, you look so sexy right now."
"So do you," You breathe looking up at him, his muscular chest pressed against you. His hair messy and loose around his face.
You kiss deeply as Mingyu pulls out of you and pulls you on top of him so he is on his back. You don't hesitate to sink back down onto his length.
"Correction, I could stay like this all day," Mingyu says reaching around to squeeze your ass.
You laugh and begin to move slowly, forgetting about feeling self-conscious as Mingyu looks at you adoringly.
You continue to ride his cock, enjoying the angle at which his tip is touching your G spot, instinctively you want to move faster and harder but you restrain yourself to enjoy the journey.
"Your cock feels so good inside me Gyu," you say, one hand moving down towards your clit to increase your pleasure.
"Let me," Mingyu brushes your hand away and his thumb begins to tease you.
You lean back a little, hands on his thighs to support you to give him further access to your clit. Your head rolling back at the sensation.
"God you're so perfect," Mingyu moans. "I wanna see you cum on my cock,"
Almost as if on command your body begins to unravel, his name on your lips as you feel the familiar feeling of release. Your walls clenching around his cock coating it in your cum. All the while, Mingyu's fingers continue to work on your clit bringing you to a new high.
You stop moving above him, you sit yourself up and look down at your man. His chest rising and falling steadily, a smile on his lips.
"You look so good when you're cumming baby," Mingyu shifts to sit up against the headboard, bringing you with him, his cock still hard inside you.
"If you say so," you reply, resting your head on his shoulder.
"You do," he insists, stroking your hair.
"Your turn," you say after a few minutes, Mingyu's cock had been twitching inside you while you had been snuggled together. Neither of you seemed to have minded the position and it didn't seem like Mingyu was in a hurry to cum.
"I'm good right here,"
"You can't stay like this all day you know, Jihoon will be so pissed if you're late."
"It'll be fine," Mingyu shrugs you off. You raise yourself up to remove his length from you but his hands come down quickly on your hips. "Don't be mean," he whines.
You roll your eyes and then begin to ride his cock again, slow and steady. Mingyu murmurs your name as his hands palm at your breasts and trail down your body.
"Feel good Gyu?" You ask, your breathing heavy.
"So good," his breathing hitches as you increase your movement and your walls tighten around him. "I can't wait to fill your tight little pussy with my cum."
His hips begin to move underneath you, his hands on your ass, lifting you so he can take over the movements, thrusting into you from below.
"Fuck Gyu," you say feeling the pleasure inside you building. "You're gonna make me cum again."
"Good," he grunts as he looks down at where his body is connected to yours. "I love feeling you cum around my cock."
Mingyu continues to thrust his hips up, hitting your good spot, you dig your fingers into his shoulders to support yourself, moaning his name over and over again getting close to your release.
"Cum for me Gyu," you say looking at his face, he's caught off guard at your sentence but he locks eyes with you. He feels himself getting close at your command.
"Say it again," he says, his fingers digging into your hips.
"Cum for me," you whisper feeling yourself let go.
Mingyu cums seconds after, the feeling of you around him sending him over the edge. He curses under his breath, slowing his movement as you feel his cock pulse and coat your insides with his cum.
You're both quiet as you catch your breath. You slowly raise yourself off of Mingyu and lie down next to him.
"Talk about a good morning," you say stretching out.
"The best," Mingyu plants a kiss on your forehead.
You cuddle into him, your head laying on his chest. You feel yourself drifting back to sleep again, listening to the rhythm of Mingyu's heart beating beneath you.
A few minutes later you hear Mingyu swear as he is trying to move without waking you. You lift your head to show you're awake and see Mingyu's eyes widen. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay, are you running late?" You rub your eyes and check your watch.
"A little, but it's okay," you watch as Mingyu gathers up his clothes. "I'm sorry we didn't get to have breakfast together."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you can make it up to me."
You stand to wrap your arms around him even though he's trying to get dressed. He drops his clothes to the floor to pick you up to his height and kisses you deeply. “See you next week?”
“Try not to miss me too much,” you say as Mingyu sets you down.
“I’ll do my best.”
#Mingyu#Mingyu x Reader#x Reader#Mingyu Smut#Kim Mingyu#SVT#SVT smut#SVT fanfic#WritingMingyu#Fanfic#Kind of fluff#Romantic#Intimate#Boyfriend Gyu
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15 + Javi G or 16 + Din, whichever interests you more?? 👀
Hi, lovely!! I am going to go with Javi G for this one. This got away from me. I'm in a sappy mood, I don't know what to tell ya. Thank you for sending in this prompt for day 3 of 14 of my drabble marathon <3
Prompt: 15. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Javi G x f!reader
Cuteness overload, Javi being a tiny bit needy. Body issues mentioned for both parties, but Javi needs some reassurance here. He's given you plenty. He's also a little bratty and just wants to go swimming with you. Fidgety boy. ~900 words. No editing, sorry. It's late.
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The sun blazes overhead, so bright that not even your eyelids can block out the blinding light. You’re content to bake in the heat, relishing in the low humidity that is so rare in summer afternoons. A stray breeze dances across your skin every so often, but for the most part, the air around you is silent. Still. Calm.
The man beside you is none of those things.
You can feel his bouncy, fidgeting energy long before he opens his mouth. “Mi reina, are you ready for a swim?”
You shake your head lazily, keeping your eyes closed and face turned to the sky. “Maybe in a little bit. The sun feels so nice, doesn’t it? I get why lizards do this now,” you say with a contented sigh.
Javi grumbles something under his breath, something about how he didn’t know he was dating a lizard, but you choose to ignore him. The silence doesn’t last long.
“But dinner will be soon, I’ve got the chef preparing your favorite dish. We can squeeze in a dip in the pool if we go now, hm?” His tone borders on urgent, but this is the first time the both of you have gotten a free afternoon together in ages. Besides, it’s not like the chef won’t wait for you.
“Five more minutes, Javi. Then we can go in,” you promise, raising a chilled glass of white sangria to your lips. It’s crisp and refreshing, a perfect foil to the heat. You’ll have to remember to thank the chef for making an extra large pitcher for you.
You’re starting to settle back into a dreamy half-sleep when you feel a heavy weight between your legs on the lounge chair. Your eyes pop open at the same moment you gasp.
A pair of soulful, puppy-dog brown eyes stare back at you.
“Javier, what the hell are you doing?” you ask as he crawls to a more comfortable position as you spread your legs to accommodate him. He wraps his arms around your hips and rests his head on your lower stomach. You try not to laugh when he gives your bare tummy a smooch before closing his eyes. The smile on his lips makes you remember how much you love this big-hearted goofball with his mess of curly hair. Not too long ago, you would have been self-conscious about him kissing you there, but too many months have passed for you to doubt that he loves every inch of you.
Speaking of, why is he still wearing his shirt? He never does that by the pool when it’s just the two of you. “Babe? What’s with this?” you ask, tugging on the collar of his button-up. He groans into your stomach before looking up at you.
“I am not feeling my best these days. My form is…not so fit anymore,” he laments, a sad frown on his face. You run your hand through his curls and silently curse the voice in his head that continuously puts himself down. He nuzzles into you, rubbing his nose against you like a lazy cat before following with his lips. His mouth is hot on your already-warm skin.
You pull on his shirt again and he gets the hint, quickly sitting up on his knees to tug it off before dropping back down. He turns his attention to your inner thigh, nipping closer and closer to your core. As much as you want him to continue, you want him to know something first. You rest your hand on his cheek, stopping his movement.
“C’mere.”
He climbs up towards you, both of you chuckling when the lounge chair rocks back and forth a bit. You squish together on your sides, facing each other with your legs intertwined. You brush his hair back from where it’s fallen in front of his eyes.
“The form? It’s better than fit, Javi. It’s good. It’s really fucking good,” you say with a soft smile before pulling him in for a kiss. You’ve never told Javi a lie, and that fact hasn’t changed. “You can’t love something on my body but hate it on yourself.”
You can see the words “watch me” starting to form on his lips, so you cut him off with a passionate kiss. He moans against your mouth when your tongue begs for entry, and you try to keep your composure when you feel his steadily-hardening cock rub against your leg.
“God, Javi, again? That’ll be the third time today.” You bite your lip to keep in a moan as he kisses your neck. He knows just where to suck, pulling little noises from you. It’s his favorite move because he knows it makes you instantly boneless.
“What can I say, mi reina. I can’t get enough of you.”
As good as his mouth feels, his warm skin on yours is making you both sticky with sweat.
“Alright, pool time. You’re a freaking furnace, Jav.” You push him off with a laugh, and he looks triumphant as he helps you to your feet.
“Ah! I should have gotten on top of you an hour ago!” he jokes. The smug look on his face flashes to surprise when you shove him into the water. You jump in after him, laughing at how his hair is plastered to his head. You swim over and wrap your legs around his waist. He wraps his arms around you, his smile brighter than the sun in the sky.
“Menace,” you chastise.
“Love you?”
“Love you too, Javi.”
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Lazy Sunday
Pairing: VICTOR x DUMMY ( Me/You)
You wake up to the sound of light snoring in your ear. The weight of one of Victor's strong arms over your shoulder as he unconsciously pulls you closer to his body, your back against his chest.
Victor rarely slept over but when he did it was bliss. You stayed up late playing video games or watching movies and he would always cuddle you until you fell asleep.
And when you woke up, he was just there. You loved waking up with him, morning Victor was one of your favourites. He was always so sleepy and goofy, an adorable husband .
You take a peek at your watch to check the time, it's early and the sun is peaking through your curtains. Thankfully Victor didn't have to be at work for a while so you could enjoy this time with him. Even if he was sleeping, his body was warm and you felt extra cosy in the sheets with him around you. He made you feel safe in his arms, and his body just fit around yours perfectly.
Suddenly Victor's arm is no longer around you as he shifts to his other side. You turn with him and wrap your arm under his becoming the big spoon. Your face buried into his shoulder breathing in his musky scent.
You think about turning his alarm off, getting him to play hooky with you and stay home but you knew you would be late . Victor was meant to be in LFG today, attending a important meeting. He had talked about it last night saying he needed to attend a meeting, not that it stopped him from talking the whole way through the movie you watched together.
Victor begins to turn again in his sleep, you move out of his way so he doesn't crush you. You use this opportunity to run to the bathroom and freshen up before Victor wakes up.
When you return, Victor is awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Morning," you say climbing back into bed and snuggling in next to him.
"Good morning," he replies, scratching your head as he reads his messages. "Did you sleep well?"
"The best,"
"Me too, I always sleep better when I'm with you."
You smile and reach up to take Victor phone, setting it to the side before you climb on top of him, straddling him and kissing him good morning.
"So we have some time before you have to leave," you start when you sit up, "Maybe we could put this morning wood to some use."
He laughs and pulls you down for a long kiss, rolling you over so he is now on top of you, the weight of him sinking you into the mattress.
"So that's why you got me to stay over huh?" Victor said, burying his head into the crook of your neck and peppering it in kisses.
Dummy didn't move. But it was the sort of not moving that implied she was pretending to sleep.
Victor sighed, grabbed dummy shoulder, flipped her onto his back and pressed a kiss onto his lips.
"Get up," Dummy said firmly as Victor smirked up at you and pulled the covers over you both.
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Who Knew? [3]
Chapter 3 —☆ The More The Merrier.
During the library scene —☆
{Outside of Y/N's POV}
The mellow yet audible exchange of the librarian and Y/n may fall under the radar of others, except for one. There's a certain bookworm in his usual spot, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tsk, it's so noisy." The silver haired man closed his book before he promptly stood up and approached the reception desk.
"Is that so Y/n?" Tighnari chuckled. "Your life seems so interesting!" he added, with a soft smile. Y/n laughed, her smile beaming. Before Y/n could continue her words, "Excuse me." a cold voice interrupted along with the slamming of a book. "I'd like to borrow this, please." Y/n looked over to see who it was and glared upon realization. She thought, rude much?
The next day —☆
{Back to Y/N's POV}
I'm sitting in my lecture hall with Gorou and Kokomi since we got there early. I lean onto the table in front of me, yawning. "Thank god school's been slow! I would've died by now if not." Gorou sighed, his tired expression only exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. "Jesus Christ, are you sure you aren't dead?" I retort, and he shoots me an annoyed glare. Kokomi pats his shoulder, "No but really, you okay Rou?" Gorou sighs once more, "Being President is a lott.. they make me do so much stuff..!" he groans in frustration. "You know, for once I agree with you. I'm soo thankful it's been a pretty slow start this year. It gives me time to wind down." After I said that I heard snarky laughing from behind me, laughing that sounds all too familiar. I felt the anger inside me bubble up. "How lazy of the *top student* to say. Expected better from you." Alhaitham said bluntly as he passed by. I felt so done. "Oh shit- Kokomi, we should probably go. It's almost time for our lectures." Gorou said, tapping the other on the shoulder. I shot up. "What? No way- Don't leave me here with him please!" I joking, yet also seriously beg. Gorou hurriedly packs up their stuff as they get up, "Sorry Y/n! You're on your own!" he said as he dragged Kokomi out of the room. I slouched back onto the table, sighing. Alhaitham behind me, chuckling. "I hate it here." I mumble.
Our creative writing teacher was unavailable for today so, Ma'am Miko filled in for them. We spent a while discussing, normally I'd get somewhat bored but she was so captivating. She kept the discussion fun, engaging, and educational. It's not rare but it's just admirable how easy she makes it look. At the end she gave us an assignment. Unfortunately, it was in pairs. She hummed as she scanned the room, the pairs would be up to her. I got paired up with the girl in front of me, Beidou.. I think was her name. I hear a scoff from somewhere near me, "Goodluck to your partner." I whip my head around to face Alhaitham and instinctively start bickering with him. While I wasn't paying attention, Ma'am Miko was giggling and approached me.
"Miss L/N?" I swiftly turn towards her, "Y-Yes..?" She has this smile on her face, I couldn't place it but it felt somewhat mischievous. "I think I mixed up your pairing. He-" He? "was supposed to be your partner." I blinked at her, and pointed at the silver haired asshole behind me, "Him? Alhaitham?" She nodded, "Is there a problem?" I shake my head. "Alright then, I apologize for the mix up." She informs Beidou who her new partner was before promptly returning to the front of the class. She discusses the assignment briefly, then dismisses us with copies of more in-depth instructions. I spot Diluc and Kaeya outside of the lecture hall and hurry over to them. "Did you guys come to pick me up?" Kaeya puts his arm around me, "Yep, let's go!" He says excitedly has he started dragging me out into the halls.
{Outside of Y/N's POV}
Alhaitham let out an irate sigh at the sight of Y/n and the brothers. "There's two more now?" he gathers his things and gets up. He makes his way to the front, "Ma'am Miko, do you have a moment?"
a/n: ANOTHER CHAPTER YAYYY
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