#hes so cutes in your style what tha hell…..

[peachyfnaf]

Who are your favorite TSAMS artists?

GOD i have SO many, and i also have the worst memory imaginable!!! hold on let me like try to fuckin compile a LIST

@/polaris-stuff

^ I will never shut up abt polaris' art. she's so good at posing, lighting, texturing, showing emotion, literally the whole shebang. also once every two months or so she drops a piece like this or this or this that leaves my ass FLABBERGASTED ON THE FLOOR and thinking about it SO MUCH for SO LONG. polaris S tier frfr

@/zthesheep

^ Z CAN DRAW SO GOOD SO FAST AND IT'S SCARY. he's also hella talented at animating and pov/perspective-work and his art needs more attention rn or im gonna blow up this whole website

@/turbotasthick

^ GOD. TURBO IS SO FUCKING GOOD AT DRAWING THINGS THAT JUST KNOCK THE BREATHE FROM MY LUNGS. and theyre ALSO good at making things that just make me giggle and be HAPPY. like, the silly goofy bm and noface art they do?? joyous and whimsical, but when they DECIDE TO DROP A PIECE BASED OFF AN OLD VICTORIAN PAINTING THAT WATERS MY CROPS CLEARS MY SKIN AND CLEANSES MY SOUL? ascension

@/meemo32

^ They way they color and render things brings me so much joy and satisfaction, theyre also hella good at posing too. shaking around their doodles in my teeth like a cat

@/crees-a

^ GOD. CRESPA. I LOVE THEIR STYLE SO MUCH AND THEIR FULLY RENDERED PIECES STRAIGHT UP LOOK 3D SOMETIMES. THE SHEER AMOUNT OF DETAIL THEY PUT INTO EVERYTHING THEY MAKE IS ASTONISHING AND THE SPEEEDDD THEY DO IT AT IS SO SKJDFHSHDF YK? also i love how they're just an autism creature incarnate lmao

@/fablekitty

^ fable art soft.... fable art elicits me to me feel warm and fuzzy. looking at her stuff invokes the same feelings from me that those old 2015 fnaf speedpaint videos with fnaf music playing ovterop of them did. calmness and a subtle happiness

@/kuuchaos

^ another one who's specific style/way of drawing the dca just brings me so much joy. im a sucker for people who draw em with 3d noses. also the lighting MASTERRR. style that is so squishable yet so strong. oobleck-like artstyle.

@/milkyshea

^ THE SOFTEST AND MOST HOMELY ART EVER. also i could be wrong so dont quote me on this but i THINK milky draws on their PHONE and that. that is insane. thats coocoo bananas. milky how do u draw like that on your phone. milky what are they feeding you

@/frankie-funked

^ ART STLYE THAT MAKES ME GO "HEEHEE" EVERY TIME I SEE IT. ART STYLE THAT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY AND I LOVE THEIR FULLY RENDERED STUFF. GUYS HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THEIR FULLY RENDERED STUFF??? IT'S FUCKIN' JAW DROPPING AS HELL

@/momokooooooooooooo

^ god i love momoko's human tsams stuff so much. i love the outfits they put the characters in, they're always so creative and have such intricate details in them that i just find myself staring to inhale it all. ALSO CAN BE A PERSON WHO SUCKER PUNCHES ME WITH THAT GOOD ANGST SOUP WHEN THEY SO CHOOSE TO DO SO

@/paaatchm

^ JUST ANOTHER ONE WHO'S ART BRINGS ME JOY AND WHIMSY. their solar design? i love him, especially that one time they drew him with like a steampunk mecha arm. that shit was SO COOL and i just. something about their style is another one that just makes me go 'HHRRHRGRHGGGRHR" /VPOS

@/superstar8bongos

^ what am i to say? it's bongos, we all know that bongos is like. so talented it makes everyone clip through the walls. their way of coloring/rendering is incredible and if i stare at their art LONG enough hopefully i will be able to absorb their skills and have a fraction of their power

@/hazard-c-horror

^ I LOVE. HORROR ART. SO MUCH. HAZARD IS LIKE THE OASIS FOR ME IN THE MOSTLY FLUFF-FILLED/NON-HORROR LAND THAT IS THE TSAMS ARTIST DESERT. they're so good at making things unnerving but also hella cute at the same time? like, their OC, Hazard??? fucking FREAK but also omg thats an OUPPY. also how they do expressions w characters eyes my beloved

@/flufffydestroyer

^ THE best artist on this site to go to if you need to look at some art to perk you up and make you smile. art that is very soft and sweet and loving that will warm you up like hot cocoa on a cold winters day. i love all their trans sun and characters as babies stuff

@/samoftheswamp

^ the best tmgafs/teaps artist on this entire site and i will not be convinced otherwise. i love how they use shapes SO much, and also just their overall. just their overall everything. their puppet-master design??? hello??? put that in a museum

@/marshmallowcat666

^ artist who i have not seen many pieces from but every time i do i just go "!!!" cause' something about the way they color and pose (esp when they do multiple-character pieces) just makes me perk up. joy and whimsy

honest to god i have more but this is already so long im going to end it here solely for the fact that i, tragically, have to do other things than gush about cool artists. punches the air

[macsimagines]

Matchup Request Repost!!

@imjustabeanie

YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYO thank you so much you gave me a lot to work with and after a lot of deliberation I present to you your match

i felt like i didn't make it yandere enough sorry!!!

💠💜Mitsuya Takashi & Hakkai Shiba💙💦

Ok so here me out. They love you.

Honestly you balance them out. Mitsuya is obviously the leader in this relationship. He keeps a cool head and grounds the both of you when you need it. Hakkai is the protector, it's his job to keep you and Taka-chan safe. And you? You're the passion and fire. You calling someone out on being an ass? Mitsuya is backing you up and Hakkai is telling them to back the hell off.

For Mitsuya, he adores you both and thinks the world of you. Quietly guiding and giving you both your space to grow and think. Being honest and collected with you when you need to hear it. Always compassionate and understanding of what you're going through. But he is obsessed in love with you so he does use minor manipulation tactics you might be too naive to notice. Maybe guilt tripping and definitely a lot of gaslighting. And what's worse it's never the mean kind. Its always his fault, which then makes you feel bad and feel the need to comfort him and make him feel better. He's so good to you how could you ever be mean.

For Hakkai, it was hard. You came into the picture and he could tell that you were someone that he could trust and someone he wanted to protect. He might be a bit shy, might fluster and freeze up, but it's a good thing your teasing can bring him out of his shell. But don't let that fool you. He is prone to punch first and ask questions later so if he feels you're in danger or being wronged he's quick to handle it.

They know you've been hurt before and betrayed. They feel your pain and want to take it away, to make you feel safe and loved in their arms. But Mitsuya understands that this is a process and he knows you need to take your time opening up to them. Hakkai can probably sympathize with being hurt by people you cared about better than even Taka-chan can.

Space though? Nah, bitch. You might try to take it or self isolate but Mitsuya is super good at manipulating you into coming right out of your shell.

"It's just... Hard. Loving someone that needs this much space. Is it us? Are we hurting you?"

Both indulge in your hobbies, Hakkai is a cute little scaredy baby when you watch your true crimes but he will play your games with you and tease you the whole time. Mitsuya is happy to just work on designs and cuddle up with the both of you on the couch.

And oh? You like to steal clothes? Bitch get ready they like to see you wearing them. Mitsuya has got your aesthetic down so he can pick out pieces that compliment both of your styles. And Hakkai is fucking huge so have fun swimming in the ocean of his hoodies. For a very cute headcanon I think you three would all share a special hoody that you each wear at different times. It smells like all of you and honestly it makes you all feel each other even when you're not around. Also these clothes probably have a tracer on them.

Baking? Good. Feed the babies. Hakkai will eat your confectionaries like a beast and Mitsuya's little sisters love your sweets almost more than their big brother.

Also presents? Yes please! Takashi appreciates them and returns the gesture ten fold. He always knows just what to get. Hakkai struggles because he is a precious bean too good and pure for this world. But he loves everything his partners do for him and tries his best.

"...What the fuck is tha-," "I won it at the arcade for you. Do you like it?" "...yes."

Couple songs!!!

for you and Hakkai I picked this

I think this is a chill vibe for the both of you and really captures how pure his affection is

For you and Mitsuya I went with this https://youtu.be/i7zsG3XFUd8?si=rWd-KMLjKDiqPm7x

Which I know is a little odd, but I think this kind of captures how he really feels about the both of you. He wants to be with you but no pressure.

For all of you!!

Ya just wholesome vibes all around!!

[eqyerah]

My opinion on each zodiac signs !

Im a taurus asc scorpio imma be BLUNT HONEST :

• ⁠Aries : why u so mad for ? WHY YOU SO AGRESSIVE FOR ? we get it you’re the boss

• ⁠Taurus : the prettiest but calm down on YA FOOD BRO I GET IT YOU’RE HUNGRY BUT WE DONT HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOUR HELL TOO W YO DAMNASS ATTITUDE me to me in my head everyday

• ⁠Gemini : WHY YOU SO LOUD for WHERE U GOIN ? Stay here u double faced bitch 🤣 I LOVE YALL THO SO INTELLIGENT

• ⁠Leo : i mean yall are so beautiful okay but the fact that you know it that much.. CALM DOWN STEP OUT OF YOUR MF STAGE

• ⁠Cancer : baby u wont die if he didn’t text u back its okay u got plenty of others already waiting on your devils list Also can i have a hug ?

• ⁠Virgo : its ok boo you locked your door well babe no need to left your fkng work to go and make SURE ITS LOCKED DAMN Also u smell so good

• ⁠Libra : i mean just stop cmon do you know who you even are ? Cause u have different personalities for every fucking people u flirt with baby who is u ? I wont let u alone w ma men thooooo Also i like your style ma gawdhhhh

• ⁠Scorpio : pls mary me already, I’ll ask you to mary me if i ACTUALLY CAN FIND YOUR ASS WHY U HIDIN OBSERVING PEOPLE FROM THIS FAR AWAY ?! Why u got your sunglasses on in tha club tho babe its ok read ma soul cmon

• ⁠Sagitarius : ok i get it your the funniest lol i cant lie yall got me dead forreal, but u know its ok if u don’t cheat like dont worry babe

• ⁠Capricorn : bitch stop working ? GET U SOME DAMN FUCKING REST ? U actually so funny and cool when WE GET TO SEE U ONCE EVERY TEN YEARS

• ⁠Aquarius : Satan is that u ? Hey ? Hellooo ? Damn he left me on read. AGAIN BRO AGAIN EVEN SATAN SHOWS UP SOMETIMES WERE YALL AT DAMN

• ⁠Pisces : i lack water in my chart so im THIRSTY FOR YALL OKAY NOW SHUT UR LYING MOUTH UP BABE u were so cute and soft.. before ya opened ur mouth 🤣 what happened where u goinnnn? Okay they left the conversation already so can we talk about how they’re the best ? Cause i dont want them to know tho

I have mercury taurus im all about sarcasm now cancers dont come cryin as if i ruined your whole life in the comments please i have dinner

[toasty-melons]

His stupid smile

Eddie Munson x reader short fic

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prompt: You work at a record shop and notice a certain, annoying, metal head visiting very frequently. After he accidentally knocks over a box of records, you find out he may not be as annoying as you originally thought.

warnings: language

other stuff: fem!reader,, just fluff and flirting

words: 1.6k

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a/n: “normal” you speaking “bold” eddie speaking

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The beginning of fall was always your favorite time of the year. Waking up early when it’s a bit cooler, grabbing a coffee and heading to work. It was just something you really enjoyed about your life. You’ve worked at the record shop, Sound Asylum, for about two years now. Opening was always your favorite thing to do. The sunlight seeping through the tall windows, the absence of people because of the time, the music you would play at a decent volume. All of it was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

After putting on some music you like, you start to wipe down the counter beside the register. Completely focused on what your doing you almost miss the front door chime. The bell signaling that someone had come in. You whip your head around to the clock reading 8:37. It’s currently 8:37 a.m. Who the hell comes to a record shop at 8:37 in the morning. You turn back towards the door and see no one. You look a little further to the right and see a tall, curly headed man looking through a stack of records. His back is to you and you study his usual denim Dio jacket that covers a leather one. You throw your head back and silently groan. Eddie freaking Munson. Eddie had been coming to the shop often for the past two weeks and you hated it. He would tease you for the music you played, the band t-shirt you were wearing, or even the way your styled your hair sometimes. You didn’t realize you were staring until you heard his voice.

“Nice shirt.. didn’t know you were into Zeppelin.” You heard his grin before you even saw it. He’s facing you now and you ease your eyes up from his ‘Hellfire shirt’ to his stupid smile. You didn’t even notice him turn around. You make eye contact with him and huff at his words. “So what about it?” Your remark only makes his smile grow as he starts to inch his was closer to counter but stops short to look through another stack of records.“Nothing.. nothing just.. didn’t take you as the rock and roll type of gal.” He states as he swiftly shifts through the stack, nothing catching his interest. He moves over to the stack next to it. “You seem more into.. i don’t know.. Blondie? The Beatles? Bowie?”You make eye contact with him and shake your head ‘no’ and then you place the cloth you were using to clean the counter with, under the counter top.

“Why are you here so early in the morning?” You hope changing the subject will stop him from teasing you any more about the shirt or your music type. He raises his eyebrows in surprise like he had been caught. Then he starts looking through the records again instead of looking at you. “Uhh.. I couldn’t sleep last night.. so i went for a walk and ended up here.”

“Why?” You don’t why you asked. You don’t care. He’s annoying and mean. Yeah sure he’s kinda cute in a dorky way but you barely know him. He whips his head to look at you, his hair falling behind his shoulders and he angles his body towards you. “Why what?”

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Why were are you still asking. You should just let it go. He’ll just tease you for caring. You lean against the counter and cross your arms, looking at him. You don’t really care, but you are a little bit curious. “Sweetheart if I knew why, I would fix the problem and be asleep right now.” He scoffs in a joking way and walks over to you. In front of the counter. In front of you. He leans against it and crosses his arms mimicking your pose. You feel your cheeks get slightly hot at the way he casually called you sweetheart. Right now he’s a lot closer than he was before, and you could barely make out the growing dark circles that were starting to form under his eyes. His dark, brown, pretty eyes. “Oh..” it was all you could come up with. You could feel his arm against yours and it felt warm.

“‘Oh?’.. You’re usually more responsive than that. Too early for ya?” His head leans to the left a little and his eyes roam your form. He can only see your top half, the rest of you hidden behind the counter. “What is it? Haven’t had your coffee yet or something?” He teases at a softer volume, that stupid smile slowly forming on his face. You can’t help the smile that makes it way onto your face. “Fuck off Eddie..” He chuckles softly at your response. “There she is.. the mean y/n I look forward to chatting with.” He keeps a grin on his face as he leans even closer to you. “I’m not mean.. you’re just.. annoying.”

This causes him to dramatically put his hand over his heart like he’d been shot. His mouth agape as he gasp. “Annoying? Me? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson being annoying? I would have never seen it coming.” You roll you eyes and laugh. Your laughter causes him to smile widely, his dimple prominent on his cheek. “Whatever, you’re not a freak. But you can be annoying.. sometimes.” You tilt your head down and look up at him through your lashes when he doesn’t immediately respond. “.. Wait.. so.. you’re saying you come here to talk to me?” Teasing him because of his previous statement.

You watch as his cheeks and ears turn slightly red as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, his rings catching the sunlight. “Well I mean.. Yeah.” Your mouth drops open slightly, his answer catching you completely off-guard. He pushes himself off the counter and starts to walk backwards.

“I mean.. you just.. ya know.. you’re really funny and smart and pret-…“ The loud crash cuts his sentence short, and both your attentions are directed at the large box of records that was on top of the shelf waiting to be organized, now all over the floor. “Shit! Uh sorry about that!” He tries to laugh off his obvious embarrassment and quickly drops down to the floor to pick up the mess. You hurriedly make your way around the counter next to him on the floor helping him pick up the scattered records. “Here let me help..” He looks over at you and waves his hand in frantic motions.

“No! No, you don’t have too I did it, it’s my fault! I can clean it up.” He grabs what you have picked up from your hands, his fingers grazing yours in the process. He carefully places them back in the box. “I know it’s your fault but you didn’t mean too. Let me help Eddie, it was a lot of stuff that fell out.” He pauses and looks at you. He laughs softly and nods. “Okay okay.. thanks.” You smile sweetly at him.

You slowly start to gather the remaining records left on the floor. Feeling comfortable at your position on the floor, you kind of don’t want to move. Your leg is touching Eddie’s and it’s silent between you two. A warm, comfortable silence. You notice that he’s moving slow as well and you smile to yourself. You feel your cheeks warm again as you recall what he was saying minutes before the accident. Or rather.. what he was about to say. Without looking at him you softly ask, breaking the silence. “So.. you think i’m funny.. and smart?” You can see him stiffen out of the corner of your eye. He clears his throat and nods slowly. “Yeah.. definitely..”

“Anything else.. you think about me?” You look over at him and notice he’s fidgeting with his rings. “Pretty.” He mutters but you don’t quite catch it. “What?”

“I said I think your pretty.” He speaks louder this time but it’s still quiet. Like he only wants you to hear it, even though you two are the only ones in the room. You grin as your blush at his words. “… I think you’re pretty too.” You say jokingly but you really mean it. He laughs and you look down, noticing that the mess has been picked up during the short conversation. He shifts beside you and stands up, offering his hand to help you off the ground. You take it and he pulls you up. His hand his warm and large compared to yours. You pull away first and smile softly before looking down to dust off your pants.

“Hey.” You look up at him and hum softly. “What would you say if I said I wanted to take you on a date sometime?” A smile creeps its way onto your face and you nod slowly. “I would say that sounds like something I would really enjoy.. a lot.” He bites his lip to hold back his smile and nods back. “That’s good.. I promise ill try not to annoy you too much.” You laugh softly and fiddle with your fingers. “So how about I pick you up after you get off tonight and we go get something to eat?”You smile widely. “Sounds great. I get off at 9.”

“Yeah I know.” He winks and makes his way towards the door. Before he walks out he turns and looks at you with that stupid smile and saying ‘later sweetheart.’

Eddie freaking Munson and his stupid smile was soon going to be the best thing to happen to you.

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[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hellooooo!! i was wondering if you could do a request for ponyboy and where the reader is best friends with him and knows him from school (and is also prolly really smart). and like him introducing her to the rest of the gang and then the gang sort of taking her in as a younger sister. (just a lot of platonic fluff bc platonic relationships are criminally underrated) Thank you!!!!!!

ofc! he's your best pal, your bud. sure you let him cheat off your homework sometimes, but, he tells you about all these adventures he's had, takes you to the movies so you can mess around and take more that just one soda, no matter how many times the worker Benny tells you not to. he's always rattled off about how he'd love to introduce you to the gang, but everyone's been rather busy around these times. he gives you excuses with a sad little pout on his face, like, "sorry, dally's in tha' cooler again.." or "darrys working extra, maybe nex' time" this time, ponyboys put extra effort in to making sure everyone's there. it has to be PERFECT. hell, he'd probably drive himself mad getting all these plans done. but pony's got a way, he made it happen, now your walking down with pony away from the drive in, sipping some pepsi-cola. he's flipping a coin back between his pointer and middle finger. when you both reach the door you toss the bottle into the trash and pony opens the screen door. "darry! i've got someone i'd like you to meet!" darry's head pokes out from the kitchen doorway. he side steps to get a good look at you. "who's this ponyboy?" you smiles at him and stick out your hand. "y/n, great to meet you!" he shakes your hand, it's still wet from washing dishes. sodapop steps into the room with steve holding a beer can swaggering behind him. they're cracking jokes until they see you politely standing in the middle of the room introducing yourself to darry. "who's the small kid superman?" steve asks taking a sip of his beer. darry rolls his eyes at steve. "pony's friend, real sweet kid too. be nice and introduce yourselves wont 'ya?" darry beckons the two boys over to you. "what's your name kid?" soda asks. "dont call them kid, they look older than you, babyface" steve jokes and nudges soda in the side. you grin slightly. "y/n, and you?" you ask. "sodapop" soda mocks a bow, steve tussles soda's greased hair. "i'm steve randall, probably heard o' me before, popular I guess you could say," steve pretends to be real slick. "what's all the commotion?" johnny and dally walk in. dally's wearing a smug expression on his face and his hand is covering his side. it looks like it's bleeding. he's leaning on johnny whos got a nervous shiver to him, he looks nice though. "got into another fight dally?" darry asks hands on his hips. "you know it superman" dally settles down on the part of the couch that doesnt have books scattered across it. "who's the chick" dally asks, no real expression on his face. "watch yo' mouth dally" ponyboy answers, "it's my friend from school." "yeah and they' real sweet too," steve puts a hand on your head. everyone is crowded in on you asking you questions, you can't say you aren't enjoying it. they really seemed genuinly intrested, except dally who asked if you knew any cute girls. what do you expect, he's only seventeen and he's been in and out the cooler more times than you have hairs on your head. "heey! why didnt anyone invite me to y'all's party!" two-bit hopped through the door. "this is y/n! they're nice!" "and smart!" "they have cool style!" everyone chimed in and excitedly proclaimed something intresting about you, even dally. "nice to meet 'ya y/n!" two-bit pretended to tip his hat, "now, who wants to watch movies!"

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT YOUR BELLY.

Summary: The shimmery vest of Harry's on you makes him combust on the spot ;)

A bottle of wine gone in a span of minutes. Your giggles treacly and slurry as you poke his heart-shaped, wine stained lips matching with his pink refulgent vest and he grins toothy-ly sweat sheened on his perfect features and his nose twitches into besotted sniff of your fragrance, leaning down to murmur his lips to yours.

“What got ya gigglin’ like tha’ lovebug?” You shake your head in slight carelessness. His brows furrowing in confusion, mouth parting musingly into a soft chuckle when you shimmy his vest down his arms leaving his upper half naked and all beautiful for you to admire.

“Just relax and see.” You whine out timidly tip-toeing on your toesies to the centre of the hotel room you guys are staying at -- well more like fucking morning and evening with a little tinge of exclusivity everytime.

When you came back to this cosy place of yours after an hour of his show ending that shimmery feeling of proud for him and the jitteriness to love on him was still there, more like doubled up when your eyes weren’t able to drift away from the stiff bulge forming in his pants from all the adrenaline and heat pumping in his body due to praises.

He takes pride in it, absolutely basks in the novelty of it.

His dimples dings up into a wicked smirk, the heels of his palms sinking into the soft bedding as he man-spreads quite sexily and leans into his own weight then straightens up immediately with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin when you strip down your clothes slowly.

“You givin’ me a strip tease baby!?” He howls playfully and you shushes him through sputtry giggles, head lulling at your shoulder and you laugh at the top of your lung as he rolls his eyes to his skull in the most erotic way and squeezes his straining member with the cup of his large palm when you get rid of every item of clothing you had on your body and with hesitant glances his way wears his vest.

It accentuates your curves beautifully, falling a little over your thighs from how big it’s since it’s his’s and it gives the most pristine view of the crescent of your tits and the valley between them.

His stomach froths with heat, the fabric of his pink flared bottoms from his splotching with the dollops of his precome and his bare chest heaves with raged breaths as you rub your one feet over another in timidness, knowing you’re drunk enough to do this but sober enough to contemplate how to put it infront of him.

Though they both know even if you move it an inch away to show him your perky tits, it’s over for the curly head.

“You know how belly dancers got this cute sparkly shiny dresses to make them appear more bendy? I’ve always wanted to do that! It seems so fun!” To your defence you always wanted to dance as carefree and fun as they do all you didn’t know was that it’ll be like this – giving a literal fever to your boyfriend and arousing both of you to such an extent where all his fierce eyes are indicating he’s about to strike forward and throw you on the bed and pound into you reckless.

The room fills with her sweet laugh when Harry fans himself, puffing out huge inhales of breaths and smirks at her cheekily.

“A lap dance would be much appreciated, thank you.” He's almost about to burst because she sure as hell looks amazingly stretchy and bendy and very breed able in this shiny thing.

“What a gentleman. Now, put on some music so I could give you a show you really deserve.” You command him and he nearly whimpers wanting to crawl towards you and spanks that bum of yours.

You’re suppressing your chuckles when he almost falls face first into the carpeted floor while scrambling to put on some music and when he returns back he’s rocking back and forth like an impatient kid -- doing anything in his will to give a bit friction, some relive to his throbbing cock.

“Promise that you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You point a finger at him, eyebrow raised to assert a little bit of power you’ve over him.

“C’mon baby! My balls are turning blue d'ya think I could ever make fun of you when you’re being such a good girl f'me?” His groans shaky and hoarse, nostrils flaring and his hands sandwiching between his thighs to subside the ache that you caused.

Hot white pleasure surges through each of his cervices and rattles through his bones upon the absolute lewd and smutty sight of you dancing for him with your eyes affixed on him like a seductress and it pelts his skin hot.

“Fuck.” He’s cursing under his breath, as you curve around gracefully and shakes your ass for him teasing your fingers over the waistband of your lace panties.

You bite down your lip when he puts his fingers under his tongue with his mouth sucked around them as he wolf whistles for you.

“Yes you go baby!” He yells at you making you laugh rosying your features and not failing to make you feel tingly under his passionate gaze.

The he looks down at himself in rather pique tugging his tight briefs a little away from suffocating his dick that's swelling up awfully fast and leaking with every graze and touch making him hiss groggily through his teeth loudly.

His reaction makes your cheeks flush and your toes curl against the soft carpet, making you all gooey with your own slick.

He almost looses it when you roll your hips and your tummy ripples raunchily.

You’re taken aback when he’s striding towards you, cupping the nape of your neck roughly and pressing his thumb into your nervy pulse pushing you till you’re pressed into the wall and he’s muffling your surprised squeaks with a big fat smooch to your lips which turns into sloppy heated work of mouths, tongues slick and naughty against eachother, teeth nibbling and teasing, lips too desperate to be parting away and when they do they’re hovering over eachother with their breaths hot and fanning.

“Look at y'being a filthy tease.” He tuts, warm fingertips tickling down your chest and sneaking under his vest to palm your tits as he ducks down to lick a fat stripe up your throat then sink his teeth into soft underbelly of your jaw.

“Now tell me who taught you to dance this good?” Everyone should sit down and takes notes from one and only Harry Styles; the man sure knows how to lie through his teeth because what you pulled moments ago was just clumsy drunk flailing of limbs.

“God gifted.” He chuckles mockingly, tapping your bottom pouty lip.

Your neck stretches far giving him more access to mark you as his’s, your fingers manoeuvring into his sweaty ruffled up curls when he glances up at you intensely with your nipples sucked in his mouth and his hand gliding into your panties – smirking goadingly at the squirm and pathetic gurgle of your tone.

“just like this pussy of yours?”

Except his eyes no blade can control you, no sharpened knife. That lascivious gaze’s enough to threaten a storm up your thighs and cause a rainfall between your legs.

Carefully, he puts his knees on the floor one by one while he paws at your hips to vignette admiring kisses down your midriff.

“Stop! It tickles!” You gasp giggle when his fingers palliates into your soft love-handles nipping and lapping then sponging tender kisses to your belly, your back arching abruptly with a low crack your blunt nails scratching down the wallpaper when Harry coos and spurts noises of admiration.

“Can’t help it, poppet. I love your little belly so much.” Your mouth parts around shallow breaths when he nuzzles his nose against your heat and engulfs into the tangerine smell of your arousal, pressing a kiss to the damp spot and murmuring against it with his calloused palm hardly pressed to your quivering tummy.

“Love feelin’ myself snug in your belly, how it warbles and gurgles fo’ me t’ fill it up with me cum,” His gruff tone sending cold shivers down your spine, making you wetter and slicker, pussy lips clenching around nothing making squelching noises catching Harry’s attention and he smirks ominously -- startling you with a gentle nip to the inside of your thighs then ripping your panties in one harsh tug.

“You love takin’ my cock in this cute belly of yours don’t ye' kitten?” He asks you, eyes glued to the way you melt into his touch when he parts your glistening pulsating folds away with his middle and index, mesmerised at how drippy you’ve managed to get for him as it coats his digits then tricks down his wrist thickly.

“Hmm. Guess like I’ve no option but to treat myself to the sweet pussy of my belly dancer.” He hums roguishly, making you bob your head vigorously and pulling at his hair to nudge him to do something anything to quell this ache that's soaring like a flame in wind making you embarrassingly more slippery every passing second.

Your eyelids skewers tight, fingers falling lip atop the mop of his curls and knees quaking thanks to Harry’s strong biceps straddling you over his shoulders as he spreads your legs wider apart and grips onto your thighs with his all might and strokes his tongue in one tantalising hot lick from all the way to your slit up your pulsing clitoris wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub into a nasty suck and toys it around with his tongue.

“Ha –- H ... Harry!” You whimper out meekly grinding your cunt against the faint stubble growing over his cupid-bow, pleasure spiking into your each pore at how good it feels.

“Mhmm kitten, tell me does daddy makes y'feel good? Warm and nice?” A string of saliva connects his lips and your clitoris. He presses his two fingers to it moving them up and down to lube them then to rub your clit in tight little circles, putting right pressure and attention to it as you cry out slumping against the wall and grabbing onto the nearest furniture with a mantra of harryharryharry booming in your head.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re so good to me,” You mewl out impishly incasing his head perfectly between your thighs, trembling in his hold when he eases his ring and middle finger inside you gauging for your reactions and carousing in the way your face falls placid into pure bliss, your lips wobbly and the corners of your eyes dotting pink.

“This feels good, moppet?” He asks gruffly curling to caress the spot that sends you into wreck havoc and plunges his fingers deeper inside you, the tip of his nose stuffing into your mound as he licks into you hungrily and sloppily getting his cheeks and chin all messy and shiny with your juices.

“Bet, daddy’s cock feels better. Stuffs y’belly more good.” He growls, the vibrations jolting you in your skin. His fingers fucking into you quicker and deeper, pushing his knuckles to your weepy tight entrance – your cunt swallowing his rings.

Your chin tips up towards the ceiling moaning breathily, thighs trembling and hands gripping his shoulders that’ll leave guaranteed bruises as the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on you, his fingers thrusting in you and his face making a mess out of your drippiness become too much for you sending you into a over drive of buzziness making you lightheaded and floaty.

“C’mon kitten drench me, cum in daddy’s mouth.” Is all it takes for you to do what he asked for and you almost fell forward if not for Harry’s support squirting with loud and wounded moans.

He almost combusts in his pants when you grit carnally riding his face and shoving yourself down into him, not able to stop coming while he encourages you, soothing your aching thighs with gentle strokes, “That’s it baby, atta girl.” And “You did so good f'me kitten, g’na show you how hard ‘m for you.”

"Cute. How bout I fuck you in every one of my outfits?" He pats your cheek, smacking a big kiss to it and doesn't wait for your response before throwing you over his shoulder and landing a stinging slap to your bum.

His dark lustful eyes indicating that he’s not done with you yet.

[nikrangdan]

roommate!heeseung pt. 1

pairing: roommate!heeseung x female reader

genre: mini fic(?), fluff, comedy, tiny angst(one little sad part)

warnings: cursing!!! 

word count: 4.3k

description: i guess you just didnt realize you were in love with your roommate...... who has a girlfriend

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“ow!”

you had just hit heeseung over the head after he said he would burn all of your plushies

your Precious. Plushies

hell no you’ve been collecting these since you were 11 no way in hell heeseung would threaten ur babies

you rolled your eyes and started to walk to the kitchen to get a snack

stupid heeseung

hes always saying stupid shit🙄

before you walked out though you noticed the look on his face

like he was contemplating something

“y/n... can you do me a favor?” he nervously uttered out before you walked out his door

“....what kind..?” you furrowed your brows

why was he being so cryptic

“uhh i need you to get flowers and chocolates for me from stacys....”

STACYS?????????

stacys was this fancy store 45 MINUTES AWAY..

“ur fucking serious?” you deadpanned

this was something new

in all your 8 months of living with him he had never asked you of a favor this big

for context.., you had moved to this city apartment for college 8 months ago but you couldn’t afford it without a roommate

but luckily you overheard a certain boy praying for an apartment while you were on campus

and you guessed it!!! it was heeseung

you two clicked easily and you were very thankful he was your roommate

after 4 months of living together he told you he got a girlfriend

you didnt really know about his campus life since you didnt have classes together and you never saw him walking around

you dont know why you were surprised when he told you... i mean have u seem Him.....

but nonetheless

u were like “Omg heeseung!!! thats great<3” like the supportive friend u were

yeah and that was that

you didnt meet the girl until another month later

Now that..... that was an experience......

FLASHBACK WHOOSH

*knock knock knock*

who tha hell was knocking at 7 in the morning.........

you staggered your way over to the front door with your matching hello kitty pajamas

and u open the door to see a blonde Lady who looks around your age

Why did u forget to look thru the little peephole in the door...... ur probably just tired whatever

anyways ur like

“uhm....”

and shes like

“? who are you.?”

and ur like

??!!?[\^€]€\¥,_[+{*}*

“i live here....”

and shes like

“?...? oh sorry i thought my boyfriend lived here..”

and ur both just standing there like ;-;

shes all dressed up and u look like a childs room threw up on u

And thats when it hit u

“OH”

“are you heeseungs girlfriend?!!???” your hand raises up to point at her unconsciously

“ yes.. i am” she looked so lost it was so funny

“oh then you have the right place im sorry! hes my roommate” you scurry back into the apartment, gesturing for her to come in and close the door behind her

“what? he didnt tell me had a roommate..”

poor girl 😭😭😭

you quite literally pounce into heeseungs room and smack him while shes still standing outside awkwardly in the living room

“fucking idiot” smack to the face

“wake up” smack to the chest

“heeseung i swear to god” you shake his head

“are you fucking dead???? wake up!!!!” you pinch his ears really hard

that woke him up

“Ow ow ow ow OWWW y/n what the hell???” his eyes are forced open but theyre squinted due to the sunlight

“your girlfriend is here” you whisper-yell at him

“what???” he sat up so quickly you almost laughed

you were 90% sure she heard everything

oh well

his problem

he just stares into space for a second before his eyes go wide

ur just sitting on his bed waiting for him to do something like Uhhh

“shit i planned a date today oh my god” he jumped up from his bed and hastily told you to “stay put” before throwing on a hoodie, walking to see his girlfriend, and slamming his bedroom door leaving u sat on his bed

yes u were nosy Muahahahahah

so u pressed ur ear against the door to listen to their conversation

“sora, im so sorry i slept in late i promise ill make it up to you please baby dont be mad”

you had to stifle your laughter with your hand

God this was gold

“heeseung why didnt you tell me you lived with a girl.”

oooooooh hes in trouble you laugh to yourself

“ah about that.. im sorry i didnt tell you.. dont worry though, you know i only like you! shes just my roommate”

ouch

Why did that hurt 😪

“whatever heeseung.. ill call you later” and then you heard the door slam

already???? you were ready to get ur popcorn :///

you didnt even notice it had been a while before the door opened with you still leaning on it

boom u fell on the floor

“ow”

“shut up” he said before jumping face down on his bed

you stand up to lean against his door again, staring pitifully at the boy

“you okay?” you cross your arms

“mmm” he mumbles into his pillow

“you know i think i deserve a treat for being woken up at 7am on a sunday by your little girlfriend”

“little? shes taller than you” he turned around to lay on his back and chuckle

“oh so you’re making jokes right now when your girlfriend might break up with you?” you glare at him

“shes not gonna break up with me over something this little” he rolls his eyes and grabs his phone from his nightstand

“you know you’re a little piece of shit heeseung!” you yell out to him after you walked out of his room

“how?!” he yelled back

“treat your girlfriend better!”

he kept his mouth shut after that

yeah you two didnt talk for the rest of the day because he stayed in his room sulking or whatever

fast forward to now

Right after he asked u to get him the chocolates and flowers

“please y/n, sora is gonna be here in 2 hours and i need to get everything ready and i dont have enough time to do everything” he begged

WITH THOSE CUTE LITTLE PUPPY DOG EYES OF HIS GOD

“do you really need them from stacys though???” you whined

he just huffed and glared at you “yes! sora only likes them from there.”

“nuh uh mister dont give me that look” you narrow your eyes at him

he immediately stops his glare and tries to look neutral

it almost made you laugh

you just looked at him for a few seconds before giving up

“fine. but what am i getting in return?”

his eyes lit up and traveled up as he was in thought

“hmmm ill buy you food whenever you want for a month”

Wow

“woah thats more than i bargained for but deal!” he didnt realize that until after you shook his hand, very enthusiastically might i add

Lol

so now you were on your way home with the MASSIVE bouquet of roses and beautifully wrapped chocolates sitting nice and snug in the passenger seat of your car

these two things costed $115

oh well its heeseungs money not yours

you found it amusing because heeseung was nowhere near rich so where was he finding this money to blow

over an hour later and ur finally back home

u open the door

u struggled very much btw

almost dropped everything haha

but woah......

your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“heeseung? you didn’t tell me you two were having the date here..”

as soon as you walked in you smelled a pretty scent and the lighting was dim

it was beautiful

there were candles lit on every surface

rose petals were scattered messily everywhere

the two seater dining table was topped with elegant decor

there was quiet jazz music playing from his speaker

the familiar aroma of your favorite food hit you

standing there in your apartment didnt feel real

it felt like you were in a dream

you couldnt believe your apartment could turn into room from a fairytale

you were never one to be into disney princesses and fantasies

but for the first time ever you almost wished for a prince charming yourself

you almost got lost in a trance

and then....

the boy himself walked out

donned in an all black suit with a sliver of the white undershirt peeking underneath and the white tie

his bangs were covering his forehead and you noticed he styled them to be wavy

he had his earrings in and rings were present on 3 of his fingers

he looked absolutely dazzling

you dont know how or why.. but your heart began to race

why did this feel like it was for you...?

you wanted to be his disney princess

staring at him wistfully, it felt like time had stopped

“oh thanks y/n, i almost thought you ditched me” he chuckled quickly

he was frantic and out of breath as he snatched the things out of your hand

“right!” he began as he sped around the room setting everything up

“im sorry but i forgot to ask if you could leave for today. im such an idiot, im sorry y/n.. you can stay at a friends house or something for the night?” he didnt even look at you as he perfected the chocolates on the counter and the plates on the table

you couldnt help but notice your heart clench and your stomach twist at his words

you were still glued to your spot infront of the door

“o-oh! yeah, okay thats fine ill get my stuff now” you scurry to your room

you speedily threw some clothes and necessities in a bag before walking back to him

“hey..”

he didnt look at you

“helloooo”

“heeseung” you poke him

he finally turned to you

“sorry what?” he gazed down at you with big eyes

“its okay.. just wanted to let you know im leaving now” you give him a small smile

“oh right! thank you y/n again” he grinned

his pretty smile

“you look great by the way... have fun” you manage to say before slipping out the door

you didnt let him reply back because if you stayed in there a second longer you think you would’ve fallen in love with him

where did these feelings come from...?

you smack yourself on your forehead as youre walking down the steps to your car

ur probably just feeling like this because no man has ever done anything like that for u

and seeing it in real life made u want a bf 😟😟

yeah... thats it

so now ur at sunoos house

a close friend from your finance class

he lives in his parents house but theyre never home so he basically owns the place and doesn’t have to pay for it

Yeah u kinda envy the boy

but you love him because hes great

“y/n ..do you like him????” sunoo gasps

you guys are watching tangled for the 10th time and you were explaining what happened back at your apartment

“what? where did you get that from?” you snort, your eyes still focused on the movie

you could literally feel his eyes piercing into your soul with that stare

“the way you were telling me that story.... you sounded a bit jealous if i do say so myself..” he raises his eyebrow and leans back into the couch

“i do not like heeseung, sunoo” your eyes roll and you turn to look at him finally

he has a little smirk as he looks at u suspiciously

“hmmm okay, i get it” he raises his arms in defense and surrenders “you don’t wanna talk about it”

you scoff and laugh at his actions “you’re so annoying”

so ..*time skip* lol

you slept at sunoos for the night

it wasnt anything new bc u used to stay at his alot while u were in the process of moving into your apartment

one of his guest rooms is practically urs bc u have some decorations and spare clothes there :P

when you woke up that sunday morning you realized you forgot to set an alarm

so now its like 11am

well its not like you needed to be home so you shrugged it off

“morning” u said to sunoo when u saw him sitting on the couch watching wreck it ralph

boy loves his movies

“when are you going home?”

“wow rude.... not even a good morning back??” you found him amusing

“sorry, good morning. when are you going home” he turned his head to look at you

it made you laugh

Sunoo is so funny u love him

“do u wanna get rid of me that bad??? i hate you”

“ni-ki and jungwon are coming over today and i dont want you smothering them like you always do” he playfully glares at you

NI-KI AND JUNGWON???!!!??!!!!!!

“MY BABIES????” you exclaim and jump on the couch next to sunoo

“yes” he exasperatingly says

“now leave before they get here”

“WHAT?? no im staying because i wanna see them”

“NO!!!! now get out of my house y/n”

“why not?!!???! sunoo please i bet they miss me so much”

“y/n please.. they do NOT miss you”

“they literally do i always make them cookies and theyre like y/n ur so cool we love you”

“u mustve been hallucinating....”

“sunoo please please please i dont wanna go home” u tried to muster up the cutest puppy dog eyes ever

he looked at your face for a moment

“no u look ugly”

“YOU’RE SO ANNOYING” you push him

“theyre coming back tomorrow you can come then! today is boys night”

“boys night?” you snort “what the fuck are u kids gonna do that i cant be around for?”

“SHUT UP Y/N get out of my house!” he just starts to drag you out of his house himself

“ow oW OKAY fine ill leave... have fun doing.. whatever you’re gonna do” you grab your bag and start to head for the door

sunoo slams the door in ur face after he says “bye dont come back please” 😭😭😭

“asshole!” u yell to him thru the door

you just huff and stand on his porch for a second

you wonder if heeseung still has his girlfriend over and decide to text him

y/n🦧: hi can i come back home

welp

now ur sitting on sunoos porch waiting for a reply

10  minutes pass while ur scrolling on your phone and still no reply

you look up when you hear the front door open

“why are you still here?” sunoo frowns at you

“heeseung didnt answer my text and i dont wanna go back if his girlfriend is still there” you reply

“go home y/n plz.... i lied jungwon and ni-ki arent coming over.. my grandparents are” he tries to shoo you away

“why would you lie about that” you laugh

“theyre really mean! but you can come back tomorrow because the boys are actually gonna be here.. now go because my grumpy grandparents are gonna be here in like 5 minutes” he guides your shoulders down his porch

“ugh.. if his girlfriend is still there its your fault” you pout

“wha- how is that my- whatever y/n go home!!!”

when you drive off you dramatically wave your hand to him trying to show how desperately you did not wanna go home

sunoo just giggles and runs back inside

you drove home extra slow Lol

and now you were at the door contemplating whether or not you just make a run for it

but u said fuck it because u missed the comforts of ur own room

well u knocked a little before unlocking the door

how embarrassing to be knocking on the door of ur own home 💀

you didnt get an immediate answer so u just stood outside in the apartment hallway....waiting....

after waiting for like 30 seconds (because ur impatient) you knock again

well i tried to be nice you thought

you finally gave up and unlocked the door with your keys, kind of slowly opening the door to peek in

hmmm.... nothing

the sun was emitting some rays of light through one of the windows but none of the lights were on

and why was there food still on the table..?

you were kind of afraid to go see heeseung 

but

you did notice one thing

there wasn’t a pair of shoes u didnt recognize sitting on the rack by the door 

so... is his girlfriend not here or did she bring her shoes to his room lol..

“hello?” you unconfidently called out to nobody in particular

no answer

you slipped your shoes off quietly and tiptoed towards the hallway that included both of your rooms across from eachother

the kitchen and living room looked untouched 

to describe u being confused would be an understatement

you set your bag down on your bed and then made your way to heeseung.. just to check on him

you were genuinely so confused rn

you thought they would be cuddling on the couch or talking in his room or something but it was dead silent throughout the house

“heeseung?” you soft knocked on the door of his bedroom

surely he couldnt still be asleep.. it was noon on a monday and heeseung would normally be up by 10 because he said he would “start being a more productive man” as he said it

you always laughed at him because he used to wake up at like 3pm on days he didnt have class

anyways you didnt get an answer which was slightly concerning because you didnt forget to take note that you saw his car in the parking garage when you arrived

“i’m coming in” you called out to him before twisting the knob and pushing the door open

you realized you might be crossing a line and he’d get upset at you for invading his privacy but you were honestly worried for your friend

at first you didn’t see him

his room was empty, not a single person in sight

that is until you further examined the big lump on his bed

“heeseung? what...” you walked over to the lump that you only knew was him because you could see a bit of his hair peeking out from the top

“um.. am i interrupting something..” you awkwardly said, debating whether or not to go closer

he wasn’t saying anything so you guessed he was sleeping

how odd for him

you wanted to just check real quick and then you’d leave his room

so your feet padded softly against his wooden floor as you made your way over to him

and you bent down a little to kind of tug the huge blanket away from his face

as you got closer you also noticed his girlfriend wasnt here

the first thing you noticed was that he was definitely not asleep

your eyes widened and your hand instinctively went to his face to cup his cheek

“are you okay?! why are you crying?” you quickly asked, your eyebrows were furrowed in worry

in your months living with him you have never seen him show any emotional feelings in front of you and it almost made you panic

his eyes locked onto yours before he looked away from you and closed his eyes

he still hasnt said anything and you really didnt know what to do in this situation

you took your hand off his cheek before sighing

now you’re just sat on the side of his bed just looking at him.. wondering what to do

you were sure he wasn’t sleeping even though his eyes were shut and he wouldnt move

but you sat there for 5 minutes and he didnt seem to mind

“sora broke up with me” 

he finally broke the silence

...

you didnt know what to say

you couldnt ask if he was okay when he obviously wasnt

“do you wanna talk about it? you looked over to heeseung to see him staring at you

“not really” he broke eye contact once again and looked up towards the ceiling

“later i will.. just not now” he breathed out

you nodded at that, understanding his situation

you felt terrible for the boy

his eyes were red and his voice was all nasally like he’d been crying

“i’ll leave you alone now..” you patted his big blanket fluff to lighten the mood and walked out his stuffy room

hours had passed while he was stuck in that room and you didnt know what to do 

it was 7pm already

you spent the day watching tv in the living room 

but it was dinner time and you made ramen (his fav!!!) in hopes that he would come out of there

“heeseung you’ve gotta eat” you knock on his door again

you had told him to eat at 2 earlier but he insisted that he wasnt hungry

you were surprised when he instantly opened the door and your hand was still in midair as you were knocking

if your hand moved an inch you wouldve been knocking on his chest which you found very funny but you didnt think this was the right time for jokes

“hi” you looked up at him

he was wearing his purple beanie with sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt

he definitely looked better than he did this morning which you thanked god for

“hey” he gave u this look :]

“you okay? i made ramen.. can you smell it” you kinda giggled

“yeah, thanks” he tried to send you a small smile which you were thankful for

“okay well come eat because i worked very hard on it” you turned on your heels and went towards the tiny kitchen island with two seats

he followed you and sat next to you as you gave him his bowl and chopsticks

“bon appetit!” you clapped your hands before digging in

you were proud of urself ngl... the ramen was smacking

“thank you y/n” he said softly

you refused to admit it but he was.. So Cute

“no problem, just eat” you grinned

and you two ate in silence for a good 15 minutes

he said he would do the dishes after you were done which was relieving because you wanted to go jump in your bed and watch tiktoks very badly

there was a slight awkwardness in the air too so you wanted to let that cool off too

so now you were cuddled up in our bed with your phone very close, almost too close, to your face

and you could hear the sink running as heeseung washed the dishes

you silently prayed he was feeling better and that he would be over it soon

the sink turned off and you could hear his footsteps coming towards the hallway

what surprised you was that you heard knocks on your bedroom door

“can i come in?” he asked

“yeah its open” you replied

u had to get out of ur blanket cocoon :///

you watched him stride over to sit next you on your bed

he even got under the covers and laid down like dang lmao u getting comfy i guess

“whats up?” you were sitting up while he was laying on your pillows

“so.. she broke up with me last night” he spoke while hugging one of your plushies

oh OHH so this is what this is about

“oh.. are you feeling better now?”

“yeah i think.. we only dated for 4 months but i really liked her....”

“did she say why she did?” you asked

“she said she found someone else. i dont know if you know this but shes a year older than me and she told me she wasnt into younger guys which doesnt even make any sense because her ex was younger than her too and-”

“okay heeseung” you laugh “people are like that, you just gotta deal with it”

“yeah yeah, i know” he sighed “i dont know.. i dont know if im sad i lost her or if im sad over the fact that i dont have a girlfriend anymore”

“was she your first girlfriend?”

“me? y/n” he laughed “ive had plenty before”

“oh” you didnt even wanna ask

“why? have you never had a boyfriend or something?” he joked

“no....” you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye out of embarrassment

you were never even embarrassed about that but for some reason admitting it to heeseung made you shy

“what?! no way” he was actually shocked

“yes way now can we change the topic this is terrible” you roll your eyes and shove a plushie in his face

“awee little y/n” he teased you

“get out” you snickered

“okay okay fine.. but yeah i think i’ll be okay. she broke up with me as soon as she got here so all of my planning was for nothing. i think that was what devastated me the most, i had no one to eat with”

you wanted to yell I LITERALLY EXIST soooo bad

Why is he so stupid....... 

“thats sad...” you said

you wanted to laugh at your reply bc what else could you say

“yeah anyways you dont have to worry about taking care of me while im sulking or whatever im cool now’

“well that was quick.. you were acting like a baby this morning now ur this tuff guy” you tease

“yeah yeah i dont even know why i was acting like that” his cheeks went pink

“im just kidding” you send a small smile his way “you know im always here for you right? dont be afraid to be a little emotional sometimes” you reach over to pat his head

“thanks y/n” he smiles “you’re a really great friend”

ouch

yeah.. friend

[svnflowervol666]

I Want Your Belly (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Oddly specific, kinda weird, sappy sweet. Got a good handful of asks for this one so here you go! Harry asks Y/N to join him in the Watermelon Sugar music video. It was a bit hard to write due to the nature of the scenario, but I hope you find it just as cute as I did. Take care and TPWK.

Even in January, the California heat is brutal and unforgiving. Sure, being by the ocean where the momentum of the cool waves cast a light breeze does something to midigate the miserable feeling of feeling like the sun’s rays are going to burn you alive, but it’s only a crumb of salvation really. We’re talking sweat running down the backs of your kneecaps, legs painfully sticking to the seat of whatever chair you’re sitting in, not enough water in the world to keep you from being dehydrated hot. But she wanted to be there.

She’d been oggling him from her sand chair for the past forty-five minutes. I mean, who isn’t oggling him when they see him tracing his fingers coyly over the flesh of a sweet, ripe watermelon. He’d been glancing in her direction in between nearly every take, smirking at her through his aqua-tinted sunnies and wondering if what she was seeing made her reconsider the offer he’d been begging her to take him up on for weeks. All she would give him back was her iconic side-eye before she’d go back to reading the novel in her lap and occasionally picking at the bowl of freshly-cut fruit she’d swiped from the prop table.

“And that’s a wrap on scene one!” one of the directors called out over the crashing waves.

Harry did what was proper - shaking hands and bowing heads and saying his ‘thank you’s before all but jogging over to where she was sat underneath the oversized pale-blue gingham printed umbrella.

“Change yeh mind yet?”

He had his hands on his hips, fingers resting on hem of the crochet-knit tank top he’d chosen himself for the occasion. She waited until she finished the page she was on before even daring to peer up at him through her sunglasses.

“How are you not dying in those pants?” was all that Y/N gave in response before going back to her book.

“‘M absolutely wretched down there if that’s what you’re askin. But yeh didn’t answer my question, lovie.”

She sighed heavily, dog-earring her place in her novel and casting it aside it in the sand before leaning up to rest her elbows on her knees.

“I just don’t know why you want me to be in it so badly. This is your video. If I’m in it, everyone’s gonna go crazy and it’ll be an even bigger shit show in the press than it’s already going to be.”

This made Harry crouch down to her level, his white loafers digging even deeper into the sand as he leaned on his haunches.

“That’s exactly why I want yeh t’ be in it. ‘S my video and that’s what I want. Want this t’ be fun and it would be even more fun if I had m’ girl with me.”

She stared at him, silently giving him her please drop it look, but it only spurred him on further.

“If it’ll make yeh feel any better, I’ll make sure you’re not in it a bunch when it comes ‘round t’ editing. Barely put yeh up close too.”

That was enticing,Y/N could admit. He’d surely let her have the final say in how much she was involved, but there was still a lot of stress that came with being on camera. Especially in her state. She knew she wasn’t exactly hiding anything, as they’d been spotted countless times in public and their friends had posted photos to their stories with her body clearly visible in them, but some things she’d rather not shine a direct spotlight on. Doing something like this would most definitely be putting her business on display for the world to see, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. 

“Please, baby? I won’t ask yeh again, but I’d really love it if you were beside me.”

She wet her lips with her tongue, eyes darting up to the underside of the umbrella as she really, truly contemplating giving in to Harry’s pleads. On her life, she can barely recall a time when she hadn’t given Harry anything that he wanted. He just had a way with people that wasn’t manipulative or conniving in any way - he was magnetic. Everything about him was so charismatic and mesmerizing and anyone that met him found themselves gravitating towards him and going along with whatever he was saying or suggesting. I mean, she let him put a baby in her for christ’s sake.

“Help me up out of this thing and find me something to wear,” she huffed, to which Harry dramatically punched the air with his fist in celebration.

“One condition,” she interjected his boast and Harry tilted his ear in her direction and tapped his earlobe with his finger to show her that he was listening.

“You have to go down on me when we get home. It was torture watching you finger that watermelon, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”

“Yeh talkin’ like yeh think I wasn’t gonna try t’ squeeze in a quickie during lunch anyway.”

He pulled her up to her feet, making sure to keep a steady hand on her back as he led her away from the ocean and towards the beach entrance where the trailers were parked.

//

“Wha’ about this one?” Harry asked as he pulled a strapless swimsuit with a palm tree print littered about the fabric and presented it to her.

“One wrong step and my tits will fall right outta that thing,” she quipped.

Harry held it at arm’s reach so he get a better look at the garment himself.

“Yeah. You’re right. They are gettin’ pretty big, aren’t they?”

There was no malice laced within his comment, but when he felt a harsh backhand graze his shoulder, he realized what he’d just said.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like tha’. Yeh know I love your boobs. Especially now.”

He tried to make up for it by reaching his hand out to playfully grab at Y/N’s chest, but she slapped his fingers away and continued thumbing through the racks filled with dozens if not hundreds of swimsuits for something she could manage to squeeze herself into.

“Ohh, wait! This one’s nice.”

Harry’s fingers got tangled in the lacy straps of the neighboring article of clothing beside the one he was trying to pull out, making a few hangers crash to the ground with a harsh sound against the linoleum. When she saw what he had found, she didn’t hate it. It was a sherbet-orange colored bikini that seemed as if it would cover everything she was concerned about showing, and the bottoms looked like they’d be somewhat decent at keeping her ass contained and wouldn’t ride up and make her constantly have to readjust it every five minutes. 

“Alright, Styles,” she squinted her eyes and nodded in approval.

“I’ll bite.”

He watched her as she peeled her romper that perfectly cradled her small yet still mighty bump, lingering for just a bit too long when she unhooked the back of her bra and dropped it to the floor.

“You gonna give me the swimsuit or are you gonna keep staring at me? It’s fucking hot in here, Harry.”

She was stark naked and had her hands on her hips, a sticky veil of sweat still shining on her skin from the mugginess of the wardrobe trailer. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at her state, his heart full of nothing but admiration for the girl standing in front of him.

“Here, I’ll help yeh into it.”

Harry kneeled down to the floor and guided her legs through the bikini bottoms. Just as he pulled them up around her thighs and onto her hips, he gave her bump a quick kiss. 

“We’re kinda matchin’ yeh know,” Harry babbled as he fastened the straps on her top.

“‘S the same color as m’ nails,” he stuck a leg out in front of her to wiggle his toes and show off the bright orange pedicure he’d gotten that morning.

“That’s disgustingly cute actually. Maybe I should change,” she joked.

“No way,” he dismissed her.

“Yeh ass looks too good in this one.”

Harry clapped both hands against her bum with gentle force, the two of them erupting into a fit of giggles. He spun her around by the shoulders to get a good look at her body, protruding belly and all, in the clementine orange swimsuit.

“M’ pretty, pretty girl,” he whispered as his lips met hers in a kiss.

“You’re lucky I love you enough to do this.”

“I know I am,” Harry muttered against her mouth.

“Alright,” he continued.

“Just gotta change into m’ shorts and then I’ll be good t’ go. Meet yeh at the umbrella?”

“Oh hell no,” she jested.

“If you got to see me naked, I get to see you naked. Now get to stripping.”

//

The day went by in a blur.

What was supposed to be a brief cameo turned into Harry dragging Y/N into every scene he possibly could. When the directors instructed the models to gather in a pile around the pop star, he found his head perched in her lap, nestled perfectly atop her thighs with his temples pressed against her belly. When they’d wanted clips of everyone romping about the shoreline, he’d ended up carrying her around the beach after she’d gotten winded from doing one-too-many takes.

“Harry, I cannot fucking do this anymore,” she panted.

“I can practically feel my cankles growing.”

“Fine then,” he replied, hooking his forearm around the underside of her knees and scooping her up so that she was cradled against his burly chest.

“I’ll just carry yeh.”

He’d made her feed him raspberries as he sang the lyrics into the camera, even going so far as to suck on her fingers seductively when she went to drop one into his mouth. It wasn’t intended to be a serious attempt at filming the video, only him messing around and trying to get a rise out of her as he always did, but everyone ultimately decided that that the take they were going to use. She’d cursed him out under his breath, but they both knew it was for making her practically soak her knickers rather than getting dragged into more than she bargained for during the shoot.

Constantly, his hands always found themselves gravitating towards her belly. Whether it was rubbing her taught skin like a crystal ball as he sang the chorus instead of gesturing to the large watermelon that he was supposed to be holding, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

She’d known it was bound to happen at one point, but sometime throughout the afternoon he’d called for her and when she turned around, he was had shoved a watermelon up under his sheer, yellow blouse.

“Y/N!” Harry shouted at her from a few yards away, interrupting a lovely conversation she was having with one of the models.

“I’m you!”

He gestured to the fruit stuffed inside of his shirt, toyfully stroking the exterior in the manner that she always found herself doing even she wasn’t realizing. 

It made everyone, and I mean everyone, explode in laughter. It only made her hide her face in her hands after promptly shoving her middle finger in his direction.

But she’d gotten him back. When the director wanted shots of each of the girls taking bites out of a slice of watermelon, she’d made sure to take the messiest bite she could manage so that the juice ran down her chin and down the valley of her breasts. Y/N threw her head back as if were the greatest thing she’d ever tasted, exposing the column of her neck that Harry loved to mark up and bruise with his skillful tongue and lips.

“Yeh tryin’ t’ make me hard right now?” he all but growled in her ear when she’d joined him behind the camera so the next model could have their turn.

She simply cocked her head to one side and smirked up at him.

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it? I’m going to the bathroom. All of this watermelon’s making me have to pee.”

When it came time for the portrait and everyone was being distributed their designated slice of fruit, Y/N found herself confused when Harry pulled her out of line.

“What are you doing, H?”

Harry held up a hand to signal that he’d be right back, to which he returned with an uncut watermelon. Quite possibly the biggest watermelon that she’d ever seen at that.

“Yeh don’t get a slice, yeh get the whole damn watermelon.”

They’d all piled up on the bench and stared stoically into the camera, only instead of raising the wedge to their lips to take a bite, Y/N sat on the grass at Harry’s knees, a whole watermelon resting in between her legs in front of her bump.

//

Y/N’s day ended up being far more fun than she’d ever imagined it could have been despite her constant nagging and jabs at Harry’s expense. While she’d initially only agreed to be a part of Harry’s music video under the condition that her role would be minimum, she was secretly hoping that all of their side conversations and what would be considered “outtakes” would actually make in into the final cut. 

In fact, she’d had so much fun that at the end of the day when filming had wrapped and her and Harry were on the way home, the gentle hum of his convertible and the cool breeze that followed a blistering day on Malibu beach had slowly began willing her eyes shut. 

“Baby,” Harry beckoned her from the driver’s seat.

“Hmm?” Y/N picked her head up from where it was leaning against the window to look over at him.

“Don’t go t’ sleep on me now.”

He reached over to grab her left hand that had settled itself on top of her round stomach. Before lacing his fingers with hers, he kissed her knuckles tenderly.

“Still got t’ go down on yeh when we get home. Bet yeh gonna taste like strawberries.”

[glossyeon]

white || nyt

*All credit goes to the creators of these images*

—moodboard.

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Christmas Present Store Worker!Yuta x Reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Fluff, Profanity

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2k

𝘼/𝙉: Please have a safe and Merry Christmas! If you don’t celebrate it, then I wish you a happy holiday! Thank you for reading and enjoy❤️🎄

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮:𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

Let’s cut the bullshit and describe how it felt on this Christmas Eve. It was snowy and fucking cold. There’s no other way to describe walking through the piles of snow that had accumulated since the early morning. It was exhausting, freezing, and ruining your new boots from Saks fifth.

Irritated that your half price shoes were soaked, you were also at fault for leaving a present for your childhood best friend Chan last minute. The Christmas holiday season was the same each year, filled with stress, back pain, and an empty bottle of red wine. However, you always found time to take care of those around you. From your loveable yoga instructor Sowon, to the partially deaf but very kind Mr. Hwang who took care of your apartment complex’s plants, you believed that everyone in your life deserved a bit of love on Christmas.

so it’s a complete bullshit excuse to say that you “forgot” Chan’s present. Chris is your childhood friend who's seen every side of you from grade 5 till now. You were closer than most childhood friendships, and treated each other like real siblings! Hell, y’all even had a shared Uber eats account and that is saying something...

Anyways, back to this shitshow. So you’ve been walking for about an hour now, trying to find this holiday present store that your coworker Johnny recommended you find. Something along the lines of Hashimoto’s Christmas Emporium or something like that. The name was questionable, considering that an autoimmune thyroid disease is not a very joyous name. 

Just as you're about to give up and leave the almost empty plaza, you find yourself standing right in front of a huge wooden sign. It stands in your way, not letting you go any further. Giving the sign a quick glance of disinterest and walking around it, your head snaps back to take another look when you realize what it was. Fog filled the air as you read the name of the store out loud.

Nakamoto’s Christmas Emporium! - All your Christmas gift ideas and needs in one place! 

You breathed a sigh of relief, looking further into the store windows to see what was inside. The store itself along with its merchandise was beautifully displayed, matching perfectly with the holiday festivities. Catching your attention with all the toy trains, peppermint toffees and bright red gift wrapping papers, one very handsome man at the front desk also caught your attention. Sure his reindeer headband was absolutely adorable, and his white turtleneck outfit was doing wonders for his toned figure underneath, but it was all accentuated with his warm and approachable aura. His smile and cheerfulness towards a mother and her little daughter at the checkout desk also only made you swoon even more. Shaking yourself of this trance you were in, you reminded yourself of the main reason why you visited. determined not to leave without the perfect present for Chan... and maybe even the phone number of that ridiculously good looking man.

Stepping into the wooden floorboards of the store, the first thing you did was smile and reminisce the familiar smells of Christmas. Candy canes, wrapping paper, and warm cocoa scents filled your nose and made your body warm with happiness.

With the ring of a bell signalling your presence, Yuta looked up to see all that evident on your face. Your eyes lit up in fascination and wonder, walking through the small but giant emporium with your eyes glued to the wondrous decorations. The tall shelves of Christmas socks, toys, and sweets made you quickly realize that this store wasn’t like the others in the distillery disterict.

Yuta gently smirked at your reaction and proceeded to eye your every movements, still not breaking away from his current conversation with his coworker Jinyoung. Making your way through the now almost empty shop, you found yourself at the back of the store where the speakers and headphones were. Yuta’s affiliation with you eventually made him just walk away from the conversation, leaving a very confused jinyoung by himself. and then rolling his eyes when he saw what was happening between you two.

Chris always had a passion for making music, so you decided that some good quality headphones would help him a lot. As he was starting out as an aspiring new artist, you looked around for the pair of Beats that Chan had been eyeing. All while in awe of the large spectrum of inventory they had.

“what does this place not have?” you thought continuously.

scanning the wide selection, you spun your head around when a delicate voice came from behind. 

“need any help?”

You locked eyes with the same man from earlier and this time again, all you could do was stare. He was even better looking in person, smiling with kindness and a spark evident in his eyes. blushing shyly, you replied back. “just looking for a present for a friend” you looked down again, avoiding his eyes but not failing to catch his name tag. It read out the name of Yuta. 

As if reading your mind, Yuta introduced himself, recommending a set of headphones as he did. “I think your friend will like these'' he motioned towards a set of rose gold ones with pink diamonds on the sides. Thinking that Chan had been a girl, you swear you almost choked on your breath right then and there. Just the thought of your male friend’s reaction to such a gift, you laughed loudly before covering your mouth in embarrassment. Yuta looked down at you, smiling at your cuteness and brows furrowing in curiously.``It’s just... he’s this childhood best friend who I’ve known forever, and knowing him he would be absolutely starstruck at such a... feminine style.” You explained trying to find the right words. 

Yuta’s eyes widened in realization and he half awkwardly recommended a sleek matte black pair. “I think these might suit him better, don’t you think?” he grinned and looked for your reaction. You nodded and laughed “much better. What’s the quality like?” Yuta glanced from the pair of beats in his hands to your expression. Taking this as his chance, he gently placed them on your head, taking his chance. You looked up at him in surprise, staring into his eyes. 

It was only when the familiar lyrics and medley of White by TVXQ played, that you stopped to properly look at Yuta. You loved this song, and the quality was promising. But in that moment, all you could focus on was Yuta alone.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled widely, admiring you just the same. “You tell me” he said smirking. 

Pulling them off your ears and breaking out of your trance, you quietly said, “I’ll take them”. All while never breaking eye contact. He hummed in satisfaction and led you to the front of the store. “Come with me” he smiled. 

You could say that Yuta’s voice was like soft, smooth honey. Laced with such care and consideration, you were practically at your knees and enraptured with blinding love. 

At the front desk as well, Yuta helped you with the checking out and packaging for Chan’s gift. It was the small things that you noticed about him, which made you smile. The way he bites his lip in concentration when wrapping the present, determined to leave a good impression. Or how he doesn’t miss the chance to say Merry Christmas and a good night to his colleagues leaving. These smaller things made you swoon over and over.

“And that” he stated with a satisfactory huff, “is your present! thank you for visiting and have a safe travel” he grinned. “Oh and a Merry Christmas!” he added. You smiled and said the same, making your way to the entrance of the store, but still hesitant to not leave just yet. 

Clutching the perfectly wrapped box in your hands, you quickly turned around, dreading a rejection to the coffee date you were about to ask. 

“Yuta-“

All of a sudden, you slipped on the wet and snowy floor near the glass door, losing balance and falling forward into the hands of... Yuta himself?

He too had also been hesitant to ask you out on a date, worried that such an amazing girl like you would reject him. But at the same time as you were about to do it, he had already made his way from the cashier to behind you. Instead of reaching out and tapping you on the shoulder, he luckily caught you from falling.

Chans present went high in the air, as you shrieked and slipped in the puddle  by the door. Next thing you knew, Yuta’s hand was holding your waist securely, while the other thankfully catched the box of expensive beats. Your arms instinctively found themselves to wrap around his neck, trying to not fall off balance.

After catching you, Yuta breathed a little heavily, chest moving up and down before he asked you if you were alright. Now you two were closer than before, intimately sharing this moment in the store alone. Shoppers and most workers went home to share the remaining last moments of Christmas Eve, while here you were filming a dramatic soap opera “I’m alright sorry about tha...'' your words trailed on, softly taking the time to look at his face better. His breathing was right beside yours, and he smelled like all the best things about Christmas. Chuckling and sighing in relief that you were okay, he warned you to be a bit more careful. 

“Don’t want you getting hurt” he said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck as you pulled yourself apart from him. Clearing your throat, you straightened your hair and outfit embarrassingly with huge humiliation. “Sorry it’s the boots” you explained, cheeks reddening. Yuta only smiled and chuckled. Noticing that he still had your present, you reached out and began. “here let me hold this”Your hands wrapped around the edges, but Yuta didn’t budge. He looked you straight in the eyes and confessed what he had wanted to say since the moment you walked in.“I think you’re beautiful” he said softly. His expression changed and he as well started to redden. “Would you like to meet up sometime?” 

You were shocked. In disbelief. “Me?!” You asked, pointing to yourself and looking at him as if he had asked the most absurd question in the world. “w-why would you want to do that?” you questioned in confusion. Why would Yuta want to ask you out on a date after catching you from being an idiot?Yuta laughed out loud this time, but moved closer and closer through each step he took. Then his hand came down against the wall beside your head. This was happening. His confidence lingered a bit on you as you didn’t break eye contact through each backwards step you took. Before you knew it, your back was against the entrance door and Nakamoto Yuta was less than a few centimeters away. Fingers clutching the ribboned box, your heart felt like it was about to burst from the tension. “I like you. I’ve only met you tonight and I don’t even know your name but I like you. And I really really want to go out sometime if you’re free.” he said quietly, scanning your expression. You looked up at him with wide eyes and quietly whimpered.

“I’m Y/N”.

Reaching out a small hand to shake and a wide smile, Yuta smirked and returned the hand. “Want my number?” you asked, taking out a pen and looking for a piece of paper in your purse. Yuta shaked his head and stopped you from searching anymore. “You can write on me if you want” he suggested coyly. You laughed and began tracing the digits to your phone number, not even aware of the gaze that Yuta was giving you. 

Looking up you flashed one of your signature smiles and slowly reached up on your tippee toes.

*peck*

Giving Yuta a soft peck on his lips, you replied. “Call me!”. you opened the door and practically jumped in excitement on your way home. 

Chan was gonna like this story…

(Copyright 2020 © Glossyeon // all rights reserved)

[roseelise]

A pear sized surprise that lasts forever. (H. Styles)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise. 

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog. 

Pairing:harry x reader

Word Count: 1263

Author’s note/warnings: pure fluff and family friendly (or is it?) 

@twilightstilinski I HAVE ANOTHER ONE !

Masterlist

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"I miss you and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow morning.“ "Miss yeh too love, can’t wait to be home. I love yeh.” "Harry ? I’ve got a surprise for you back home.“ "Yeh do ? Wha’ is it ?!” "I can’t tell you, but I hope you’ll like it.“ ” ’m sure I’ll love it baby, I’ll see yeh tomorrow?“ "Yes, I love you."

As soon as you hang up the phone with your fiancé, a wave of joy fills you.

He’s coming home.

After four long months, Harry would be here. You set up the final touches of your surprise and make yourself a small dinner before going to bed, excited for tomorrow morning.

When you wake up at 8 the sun is high in the sky. You lazily get ready for your day, wearing something a bit more cute than you usually would and quickly clean the mess you made the day before.

You knew Harry’s plane would land around 9:30 so you weren’t in a rush when you started the car at 9. You parked near the landing areas and waited with people you knew only by faces.

You were glad that this part of the airport was private because you saw all of the girls that were waiting for your fiancée to come out. A amazingly strong gush of wind pulled you out of your thoughts, you raised your head to see the small plane landing. Harry’s gorgeous face could be seen in one of the window. Smiling and waving at you like a child.

He disappeared only to step out of the plane seconds later, his luggage in his hand. He got down the small set of stairs. He was so beautiful, his short hair were wild in the wind, his shirt not fully buttoned up let you take a peak at his tattoos that you loved so much, then his smile and his eyes. Full of love as he looked at you looking at him.

He dropped his suitcase when you started to jog to him. "Hi beautiful.” He whispered in you hair when you reached him. "Baby, I missed you so much.“ You said, you arms wrapped around him. He closed the distance between your two bodies when his lips locked with  yours in a loving kiss. "I love yeh so much.” You smiled at him.

You quickly waved at the rest of the band before you tugged on his hand and silently got to the car. Arrived to it, he couldn’t stop himself so he gently pushed you against the door and kissed you with all he had. Tongues were fighting for dominance, his hands held your waist while you tugged at his hair.

"Don’ mean to offend yeh, love but, you’ve gain a bit of weight huh?“ He smiled. "I’m not offended. I did eat comfort food while my fiancé was away and guess what; I liked it.” He loved it when you called him that, fiancé.

"Pet, what’s my surprise?“ He asked once you were in the car, you driving with one of your hand in his. "You’ll see when we get home Harry, don’t be impatient. You’ll have a lot of time to enjoy it.” He hummed and while at a red light you turned to watch him.

You observed his eyes, his nose, lips, dimples … All of him.

You loved every bit and you hoped with all your being that he would love his gift. When the two of you got home he immediately started to look everywhere. Trying to find some hints. You led him to your room where he put down his suitcases.

You walked to the bathroom to put away his stuff when he called you from another room.

"(Y/n) ?“ You saw that he was in the guest room, you walked to your room took the box and went to him.

"Here you go.” You said before he even got the chance to ask you a question about the new decorating.

“Wha’ the …” He said opening the box. He reached to grab the little plastic stick. Then you uncovered the streamer.

 Welcome home daddy !      He raised his head from the stick, tears in his eyes.

You saw him read the streamer a few times then look back at the small gift.

At the bottom of the box there was a picture in a sort of bluish white and black.

"Love ?“ A hint of hope flooded in his eyes.

"I’m pregnant Harry.” You said in a breath.

He let the box fall to the floor still holding tightly on the picture before he walked to you and kissed you.

"I love yeh so much right now.“ He whispered against your lips. "How far along are you ?” "About four months …“ "Wha’ ?!” "I learned it a month ago. It’s the size of a pear.“ "We’re gonna have a baby …” He gently put his hand on your growing belly.

The rest of the day and night was spent with Harry telling you sweet nothings, making out (you weren’t the one to stop kissing because you were having a baby, hell no.) and him talking and singing to your baby. “Hi little one, it’s daddy, ’m sorry I wasn’t there before, but I’m here now and I can’ wait to meet yeh. I love you baby.” He kissed multiple times your belly and fell asleep singing to your unborn baby.

When Anne learned the news it was about a week later, she cried and held you for a good 10 minutes before repeating “Gosh … She’s pregnant ..!” Gemma arrived a bit later and immediately noticed the small bump. She ran into her brother’s arms and held him tightly before coming to you with a pleased smile and she kissed your cheeks, thanking you to be apart of their family.

Then came your family, everyone cried and congratulated both of you with kisses and hugs. Pictures were taken and food was eaten.

The fans reacted extremely well, most of them did, a lot of baby stuff were sent to the studio where Harry recorded. You were both grateful but had to ask them to stop because you had too much stuff and had to return most of it.

A month later, Harry and you were at the doctor’s office to check on your baby and discover its gender.

“You ready baby ?” Harry asked you from downstairs. “Are you talking to me or the baby ?” You asked coming down in a sundress. “Bit o’ both.” He smiled and kissed your cheeks. “You look stunning, love.” He smiled down at you and kissed your lips.

He couldn’t seem to be able to keep his hands and lips for himself since he came back.

You got to the doctor’s office and he put the cold gel on your belly.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat ?” “We can ?” Harry asked. “Of course. Miss didn’t want last time, saying we had to wait for you.”

He smiled at you and kissed your knuckles.

“Yeah, we’d like tha’” he nodded to the doctor before a fast sound was heard in the room.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a bit” He pushed a few buttons and left you with the sound of you baby’s beating heart.

You looked over at Harry who had tears in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you, you know that, right ?” He asked smiling. “I’m in love with you too, Harry.” you replied pulling him toward you.

[h0esvck]

Request : Halloween sex? Thank you

It's not Halloween but who gives a fuck, I wanna dress up in cute slutty outfits rn lemme be

Namjoon

You had decided on the outfits for Namjoon and you to wear to the idol Halloween party tonight. When he was handed a wolf outfit (which even had a collar) he got an idea of what the couples costume was about, but nothing could've prepared him for how sexy and cute you looked when you came out of the bathroom. And just like how oblivious and innocent Little Red Riding Hood was, so were you to the way Namjoon was hungrily staring at you, practically licking his lips at the sight of you. "Ready to go?" You asked with an innocent smile as you grabbed your bag of things. "Yes, I'm ready," he said subtly implying he was more than ready to fuck the living hell out of you.

You hum as you drive to the party before walking inside hanging off Namjoon's arm, your big bad wolf who would do anything to protect you rathed than hurt you. You showed off your outfits with a cute smile that could melt anyone's heart. And it truly did melt Namjoon's but at the end of the night Namjoon was still a man, and he still desired to have you, naked and trembling beneath him as he makes you cum so hard around his cock. So that's what he did. As soon as you got home he was upon you like a wolf and it's prey. Ironic considering your outfits. He started with pinning you down on his big bed, and forwarding your legs, laying them over his shoulders as he ate you out until you came. You were still moaning and twitchy from the pleasure of your orgasm when he began to fuck you into the mattress while still wearing his collar. "O-oh god," your back arched and you clenched around him, panting heavily and whining his name as he fucked you so good, hitting all the perfect spots to make you cum again. "God, Namjoon youre gonna makd me cum-!" Your back arches and he leans down and kisses you, fucking you harder and deeper to make you whimper and scream in pleasure. You cum again and Namjoon pulls out before turning you on your belly and fucking you from behind whispering dirty things in your ear. "Is this what you imagined when picking out our outfits? Big bad wolf corners you in his bed and fucks you silly?" He goes faster and you cry out, your pussy sensitive from cumming twice. "Bad girl, such a bad girl, gonna eat you all up," he smacks your ass making your head jerk.

You cum another two times before he's satisfied and cums as well. Your pussy was definitely sore after that, but you didn't give a single fuck.

Seokjin

Seokjin grins as he fixes his collar in the mirror, he has the fake fangs in and blood running down his chin. His hair is styled up and he has contacts in that make his eyes shimmer red in the perfect lighting. He looks absolutely dashing in his medieval vampire costume, it fits him so well and he knows it. He continues to stare at himself into the mirror as he calls your name to come out in your outfit he chose as well. "(Y/N)!~" he calls. "The party starts soon, and I'd like to meet up with the boys early for photos so I can show off my girlfriend to them," he is subtly asking you to hurry up in the bathroom. You smile as you hear him, youre applying vibrant red lipstick as you speak. "Almost done dear~" you finish your make up and you open the door to see Jin checking himself out. You snicker and walk up behind him, hugging him from behind. "Mmm, you look good, " he turns and looks at you before his eyes widen. "And you look," he takes your waist in his hand. "You look even better."

"Is that so?" You raise a brow with a giggle and he smiles. "I'd rather show you than tell you how amazing you look," he leans down and kisses your lip, getting some of the fake blood on your chin. You also had two fake puncture wounds in your neck with blood dripping out for where Jin had bitten you.

He grabs your waist with both hands and turns you to slam you up against the lifesize mirror. "I'll have you dripping with more than blood," he said before kissing you, fondling your breasts and making you moan. He doesn't even take off your clothes, he pushes your skirt up and he and slides your panties to the side where he slides in and fucks you. "O-oh Jin," you whimper and bite you lip as he fucks you against the mirror. You hold onto his wide shoulders for dear life as he fucks you at speeds that felt inhuman, god you were gonna cum so fucking hard. You were so wet and dripping just like Jin had predicted. Maybe something about Jin being a vampire made sense, he never seemed to age and he was just sexy as fuck. Oh fuck, imagining Seokjin as a vampire had your toes curling as you came.

He pulled out and came as well, panting and kissing you with a smile. He checked his watch and his eyes widened, "shit we're gonna be late!" You two hurry to put yourselves back together before meeting up with the others boys, except it's more than obvious what had happened before you showed up. You two subtly get teased about it the whole night.

Yoongi

Yoongi looks at his mint green hair and he chuckles. "You really like the mint don't you?" You smile and nod as you look at your hair in pigtails with the ends dipped in pink and blue dye making them perfect for your costumes. You were the Joker and Harley Quinn and you bith looked amazing. Yoongi even let you put the temporary tattoo's of the jokers on him, it was so so sexy. "Come on let's go," he grabs his leather jacket but you just giggle and push him back onto the couch. "Tha party can wait for us." You wink and he raises a brow a small knowing grin on his face. "Oh is that so?"

You end up in his lap, your shorts off and stockings still on (a hole in the crotch though) bouncing on his cock. "You're my little slut aren't you?" He chuckles gripping your hips tighter and you moan. "All yours puddin'!" You wink and hips jerk as you get close. "G-gonna cum," you say and Yoongi recahes between your legs to rub your throbbing clit until you come undone on his lap. You pant and rest your head on his chest after he pulls out and cums as well. "We should go now," you say, your make up being messed up not a big deal when Harley's make up is always messed up anyways.

Hoseok

Hoseok doesn't get to see you until he shows up at the party. He had to come late because he was busy, but when he came and found you laning against the hood of a car looking all sexy as you talk to some of his friends he was definitely turned on. "Well fuck," he mumbles and walks over, his pants seeming just a bit tighter than they were before.

You spot him and smile. "Hoseok!" You get up and kiss him sweetly. "You look, hot baby," you promise and he chuckles shamelessly putting his hand on your ass, "I could say the same for you," he winks and you swat his hand away playfully before going to get you both drinks. Later during the party, Hoseok has you in the bathroom, making out with you furiously as he gropes you all over through your sexy clothes. "Goodness fuck baby," he grinds against you and you bite your lip to muffle a moan. "Need this off, NOW" he says and you nod pulling down the zipper all the way down to your crotch where he sees you in a thong. "Oh fuck (Y/N) I'm gonna cum in my pants if you get any hotter," he pushes your clothes down and he bends you over the sink and begisn to fuck you over it. You had to bite your hand to muffle your noises of pleasure as Hoseok grunted behind you, fucking your tight little hole so good you were dripping down your thighs. Hoseok pulls out and cums on your ass before kneeling down and eating you out until you cum, squirming and moaning his name as your legs shake from pleasure. "Good girl," he smacks your ass and helps you wipe his cum off of yourself before fixing your outfit and going back out to party. Only the other members were close enough to Hoseok to know he had just fucked his girlfriend. They could see it in the way his skin glowed, haply cocky macho man. You went home and fucked again after the party.

Jimin

You and Jimin had decided to show up at the Halloween party as Eric and Ariel. You were so cute together, Jimin with his bouncy black hair and you in your pretty shimmery mermaid tail skirt and cute purple seashell bra. Little did you know your cute outfit was driving Jimin insane. It just reminded Jimin of how much he loved you and your body and how much he wanted to appreciate it. But you were having so much fun talking to the other girls and giggling about god knows what, so he controlled himself for the duration of the party. He hangs out with the boys, has a few drinks and snacks, and when the party is over you two go home. You're tired and want to go to sleep, except you aren't given the chance when Jimin is all over you kissing you in the hallway to the bedroom and groping you like this would be his last chance to ever touch you. "J-Jimin!" You yelp when he hikes up your skirt before you can even get in the bedroom and his hand is between your lets, caressing you through you panties and making you shiver.

"Good god baby you looked so good tonight, I had to control myself from taking you right then and there in front of everyone like a wild animal." He kisses you again. "Fuck, you're in for a sleepless night," he says and you whimper and nod spreading your legs more when he brushes over your clit. "Don't- don't wanna sleep when I can be with you" he looks at you, still for a moment before pushing you into his room and onto hie bed where he kneels and begins to eat you out like the princess you are, giving you everything you deserve and more. Park Jimin was damn thirsty that night and only you could quench his thirst. So you did.

Taehyung

Taehyung is absolutely in LOVE with these outfits for the party, in fact, he loves them so much he asked everyone's opinions on them while you were there. It made you embarrassed but you had to admit the outfits were really cute. You were dressed up as Emily and Victor from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. You both looked cute but you had worn a blue gem plug tonight and it was making you hornier with every step. You tried getting Taehyung's attention a few times but he was so busy with the members you gave up. You'd wait till you got home.

When you did get home you did a dramatic lazy stretch and began taking off your dress in front of Taehyung. "I've been so hot the whole night," you toss your bra aside and then begin to push down your panties which makes Taehyung's eyes widen. "And this darn plug," you kick your panties to the side, completely naked now. "It's been bothering me all night," you bend over in front of him a bit and pull your cheek aside for him to see the pretty blue gem plug. Taehyubg swallows, mouth dry and dick hard in his pants. "If only there was someone to help with it," you stand back up and look at him before smiling. "What?" You ask and he swallows again. "I-I can help," he says and you hum. "Can you? You've been ignoring me all night..." You pout and he lightly glares before pulling your hips forward so you're standing in front of him, hips level with his face making you blush because you're naked. "That was obviously a mistake," he grabs a cheek in both hands, spreading them apart making you gasp. "Now get on the bed, ass up because I wanna see your pretty plug as I fuck you from behind." You blush and nod before leaning down and kissing him before doing as he said. Oh and he did fuck you from behind. Fast and hard and making you cum so hard... Three times.

Jungkook

Jungkook had chosen the outfits since you really didn't wanna be an overwatch character for him so this was the next best thing. It was cute and badass and sexy and you got to ogle your boyfriend's abs all night long. It was a win for you and your uh, sexual fantasies.

Thankful those fantasies of Jungkook taking you and fucking the hell out of you didn't have to stay fantasies long. Jungkook had been ogling you the whole duration of the party as well. So when he cornered you in the hallway and pulled you into the closet, making out with you heavily it was like a dream come true.

"God, you look so fucking hot tonight," he pulls your bra down exposing your breasts and he leans down and kisses and gropes them, sucking your nipples and making you sigh and moan. "I could say the same for you," you say breathlessly as you undo the buttons on his pants. "I can't tell you how many times I imagined you fucking me tonight," you whispered and he groaned, "oh fuck," he quickly yanks down your pants and your underwear with it. He picks you up by your thighs and he wastes no time thrusting into you. You moan loudly and he muffles your moans by kissing you. "We're so perfect for each other," you giggle and he smiles before kissing you again and thrusting fast and hard into you. "So hot baby, so hot and wet for me," he makes you whimper with his words. "That this poor neglected pussy been clenching and throbbing, thinking about my cock all night? Hmm baby girl?" He thrusts hard and your back arches. "Yes-! Yes!" You moan and your toes curl in your boots. "Good, because my cock has been missing your pussy all night,"

You fuck in the closet and afterwards you two are so giggly and acting almost drunk you're high off the pleasure of having sex in public and successfully getting away with it. Neither of you noticed the scratches down Jungkook's back, but everyone else did.

A week later Jungkook gets a letter from BigHit telling him to please refrain from doing such things in the BigHit building. You both want to crawl in a hole from embarrassment.

Masterlist ⛥彡

Hyung's outfits

Maknae's outfits

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: bnha/mha, vol. 6

we left off with getting confirmation that endeavor's a shitty father, sad. the sport festival being "won" by kacchan, and midoriya resolved to find a way to use all might's power in his own way.

ch. 45

midoriya getting praised by strangers on the train

iida!!!!!! my son

aizawa: today is special day; a couple of the students: let it not be law; let it not be a quiz

aizawa: you can choose your codename; class: HELL YEAH

shouto and kacchan have the majority of interest for the nominations! it's so fuckin skewed like they would definitely be the ones to fuck up the bell curve hahaha

4123 - 3556 - 360 like WOW

midoriya isn't even on the list haha. the lowest person is sero with 14 haha

"the name of the sparkilig hero: 'i cannot stop twinkling.'"

i hope this whole chapter is straight comedy because i feel like everyone in class 1-A could come up with some killer names

red riot! i like that. and froppy is cute

i'm gonna have a hard time remembering kirishima and... kanashima? because their names are too similar in my head

i'll get it i'm sure

sero calling himself cellophane - good. sometimes you don't need to mess with a good thing

shouto going with just his name!!!!!!

fumikage going with tsukiyomi!!!!!

mineta with grape juice which, honestly not bad

kacchan: "king of explodo-kills"

i know you have more style than that kacchan

iida's brother wants to pass on his name to iida. guys i have tears in my eyes. iida doesn't feel ready for that yet, so he just went for his own name. iidaaaaaaaa

midoriya went with deku as his hero name!

kaccahn: wtf; uraraka: proud smile

a last minute nom for midoriya?

ch. 46

i love midoriya's little notebook

love this list of offices the kids can train at: eye form, morning glass, woman gene, uwinga(?), cardog, molotov cocktail, locked n loaded, kal-el, endeavor

either the author just put some shit on the page; the translator decided to translate whatever was in japanese to a bunch of nonsense because that's the idea; or those are real offices in universe and we're looking at a grat list of how the government wastes money

uraraka: "how many more possibilites would open up to me if i were stronger! if all i do is stay in my comfort zone, my options will be far more limited!"

an inspiration

midoriya got nominated by gran torino, all might homeroom teacher!

all might's reaction haha. love when the dtrongest guy you know is terrified of someone

iida chose to go to the normal hero office. wonder what that menas

midoriya letting iida know they're friends and he can talk to them if he needs to :')

i don't remember his name, but gran torino is reminding me of the sage frog in naruto

ch. 47

info on venom-dude!

"a quirk that can grant quirks"

HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOOOOOOO

midoriya - sir i might hurt you since i don't have full control of my power

gran torino: like i give a shit?? let's go!!

all might is the ninth inheritor of 'one for all'! nice to know

gran torino: "your feelings of admiration for and sense of responsibility to all might have become fetters. shackles."

gran torino: "you need to get stronger you say? while tha tis true, neither time nor your enemies will be so kind as to wait for you to get stronger."

oh did iida choose the hosu office so he could track down 'slain'?

slain: "you want me to rub shoulders with some childish temper tantrum? what sense is there to bloodlust without a cause?"

valid

so, the leader behind the villains association is trying to get shiragaki to face himself...

ch. 48

kacchan is working with a dude in the full denim outfit, belt around his nose as well. dedication

heroes work on commission? intersting

a megaman reference!!

midoriya, my son, i love you

wha tthe fuck does his taiyaki self-reference remind me of...

...

OHMYGOD IT REMINDS ME OF YUURI AND SAYING HE'S PORK KATSUDON

ch. 49

midoriya has 5% power all over his body! time for gran torino to test him!

slain: "in order to accomplish anything you need a creed... a mind!"

slain has shiragaki cornered!

shiragaki: "a conviction? a creed? i ain't got nothing so dramatic... though if i were forced to say.. it's all might... i wanna crush the society where that trash is set up so high and mighty to the goddamn ground!"

what does shiragaki have against all ight? did all might not guide him home one night?

slain: "those at death's door always express their true colors."

ah so slain is related to hosu, which means that iida's brother was incapacitated there, which is why iida chose that office - got it

iida is resolved to destroy slain!

ch. 50

iida's guide: "heroism mustn't become mere vigilantism"

slain: "the title 'hero' should only be permitted to those who have acheived great undertakings! there's too many of them... counterfeit 'heroes' who worship the almighty dollar!"

i shouldn't be surprised but there are more venom-dudes! so, i guess i'll start calling them 'nomous' then since that seems to be the proper name for them all, and not just the one

"great senpai"... is shiragaki talking about the dude in the screen?

oh you know what would be cool and would explain his intense hatred? if shiragaki was supposed ot have inherited one for all! and maybe tthe previous successor was supposed to have taught him, but that didn't happen for some reason!

it was mentioned that all might knew the previous holder, and that they were friends, so maybe???

oohhh slain's name is actually stain whoops

IIDA TAKING ON HIS BROTHER'S NAME NAD MANTLE: INGENIUM!!!!!!

ch. 51

endeavor?!?!?!

so shiragaki had to ask for the nomous, and the dude in the screen granted him 3 out of 6 as "a learning experience"...

IIDA YOU TELL STAIN HOW GRAT YOUR BROTHER IS!!!!

stain laying down words of wisdom nice

which of course not only fall in line with his own character about having a creed and wanting to take out fake heroes, but also perfectly mimics the advice iida got fromhis guide about not letting heroism turn into vigilantism

hello midoriya!

ch. 52

this chapter marked the one year anniversary of bnha!

iida saying midoriya's moves are just like kacchan's an he's RIGHT!

shouto!!!!

ch. 53

oh stain's quirk not only deals with blood, but is based on blood type as well? cool

i really like when people find different ways to use a power

more specifically when they find limitation. it would've been asy to have stain have control over blood, period but by limiting his power's effects to blood type, you still cover all your bases, but you create a fun distinction

oh AND there''s a time limit on it! even better

midoriya is such a great character aahhh

ch. 53.5

best jeanist controls fibers! that's fun.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time. 

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

 “riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.” 

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

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14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is. 

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!! 

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi???? 

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii. 

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[biohazard-inevitable]

I don’t rightly know what led me to write this fic, but I wanted to practice writing friendships as well as relationships and this fic turned out really fricken cute so. Enjoy!

It was hard knocks on her door that woke her up. Hana groaned and looked at her clock, 4 am. Who the fuck was waking her up at 4 am? Grumpily, she got up and went to the door and opened it to find a very awake Jamison knocking at her door.

“Jamison?” She groaned out, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “It’s like 4 am what’s the deal?”

“Can you bake?” Jamison asked bluntly.

“The fuck? Yeah I can, Lucio and I bake together from time to time but what-“

“Great! Hana listen, I need you and Lucio’s help right now okay?” Jamion said, grabbing her wrist and dragging her to Lucio’s room, waking him up as well.

“Hana? Care to explain?” Lucio asked, just as sleepy and confused.

“Beats me.” Hana shrugged, stretching the last bit of sleepiness out.

“Jamison I know we’re your friends but you’d better have a damn good reason for waking us up!” Lucio said sternly.

“Roight okay so. Since Me an Roadie can never remember our birthdays, we agreed to set our birthdays as the date that we met. Somehow we’ve been able to keep track an every year we surprise the other! I have a gift for ‘im n stuff but I really wanted to blow it outta tha water this year by makin him pachimari cupcakes, only problem is I dunno how ta bloody bake!” Jamison explained, blushing slighty as he finished speaking.

“Oh so that’s why ya woke us up!” Hana said with a smile as she tied her hair back. “Well Jamison, let’s make the best cupcakes ever and set up the surprise!” Jamison smiled at them adorably as he waved his hands around, stimming excitedly.

“Let’s use my mom’s recipe!” Lucio said. “She always made the best cupcakes, and I memorized the recipe!”

“You guy’s really are tha best!” Jamison said, beginning to search for cupcake pans.

As the group messed about with Lucio’s recepie, trying to make the best cupcakes ever, the clock ticked to 5 am and a very tired Jack Morrison walked into the kitchen.

“What the actual fuck are you kids doing up?” He asked, going and getting a coffee mug from the cabinet.

“Makin cupcakes fer Roadie?” Jamison said, licking batter off his metal fingers.

“Right then. Carry on.” Jack said, brewing himself some coffee.

The group did just that and soon enough, the cupcakes were finished. With Lucio scouting, Hana and Jamison did their best to decirate the cupcakes like pachimari, stiffening when they heard Lucio speak suddenly.

“H-hey there big guy! So uh, Baptiste tried to cook in here earlier and it didn’t go well so kitchen’s closed right now.” Lucio said as convincing as possible, doing his darn best to block Mako’s view by climbing the doorway like the little frog he is.

“Doesn’t smell burnt.” Roadhog’s voice grumbled out. “Smells good though. But, I’ll take your word. Have you seen Jamison?”

“Nope!” Lucio said, a little too quickly. “Uh, maybe try the scrap room? Or the workshop?”

“You’re right, he’s probably in his workshop.” Mako grumbled out as he left, walking away towards Junkrat’s workshop. Jamison sighed a sigh of releif.

“That was a close one!” He said softly, finishing up the last cupcake. “Now we need ta put em in this here box!” Jamison said as he took out a pink box with a pachimari decoration on it.

“You know Jamison, this is really sweet of you.” Hana said, helping to put the cupcakes in the box.

“Well I love ‘im.” Jamison said softly. “He means the workd ta me and if I didn’t have him well.” Jamison giggled softly. “I’d probably be th’ queen’s bathmat by now! Skinned and dead.” Both Hana and Lucio made a face of disgust.

“You know, sometimes I forget you’re from Australia.” Lucio commented, causing the three of them to all start laughing together.

“Well, My present for ‘im is bein stored in my workshop, so let’s go meet him there!” Jamison said, walking out to the workshop.

As the three made their way to the workshop, a familiar masked man awaited them outside the door.

“So what flavor are the cupcakes Jamison?” Roadhog asked with what could only be a smirk underneath his mask.

“Fuck! It was s’possed ta be a surprise mate! How’d ya know?” Jamison whined out.

“Lucio is a terrible liar, and the smell was obvious.” Roadhog grumbled out, leaning down to boop his snoot in motion of a kiss on Jamison’s forehead. “Now you never lock the door to your workshop, mind telling me why it’s locked today?”

“Cause it’s our special day and I hid th’ present in there!” Jamison said, handing Roadhog the box of cupcakes and unlocking his workshop.

“There’s more than just the cupca-“ Roadhog froze as the lights were flipped on and his sights laid upon a giant, Roadhog sized pachimari plushie. “Holy shit Jamison Fawkes.”

“Ta daaaaaa!” Jamison said with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “What do ya think Roadie?! Hana helped me win it at the arcade about a week ago! I saved it for our special day!”

Jamison couldn’t even protest as suddenly Roadhog’s mask was off and kisses were being planted all over his face as Mako kissed him lovingly and gratefully, sweeping him off his feet before going and hugging the plushie happily.

“Fuck this hardly even compares to what I got you this year.” Mako said, taking out a bag of scraps that he handed to Jamison. Confused, Jamison looked inside before his face lit up excitedly.

“Holy shit!” He cackled excitedly. “These parts are so hard ta find! How did you even- these are expensive as all hell!” Jamison looked in awe at the amalgamation of rare metal scraps that he found in the bag, excitedly laying out each peice before realizing how well they would fit together in a certain shape. “Wait, Roadie is this for-“ Mako merely nodded a bit as he cuddled the plushie.

“Ya said yer arm was getting old and creaky and rusted, so I managed to find some parts that were durable and fit your style.” He explained shyly. Jamison dove onto him and the plushie, kissing him lovingly.

“I love ya so much Mako.” He said through teary eyes.

“I love you too Jamie.” Mako responded, cuddling his boyfriend in the workshop. “I love you so much.”

“This is between them.” Lucio said, gently touching Hana’s shoulder. “Let’s leave the celebrating between them huh?” Hana nodded and the two left the Australian lovebirds alone.

[stellarboystyles]

Malibu Nights

Harry is sick of being “Harry Styles”

He wasn’t happy anymore.

He loved making music and touring. Even more so, he loved his fans, loved them to death and he’d do anything for them.

But, his mental health was suffering.

He was heartbroken, bitter and virtually alone.

Tired and angry from the phone call he just ended with his manager, telling him that he wasn’t a child who needed looking after. He just needed to get out of London.

“I need to do this for me.”

He just wished that his private life could stay private. Was that too much to ask?

He just wished that he could love someone without having them exposed to the harsh side of things. The cameras, the backlash.

He was almost sure that no one could ever truly love him with the life he was living.

Sometimes that thought was enough to make him break down and cry for hours. Feeling sorry for himself became easier and easier these days.

Sometimes, there was comfort in being sad.

Harry found himself back in Malibu. He blended in better there, and over the years he’s learned how to hide, how to go places without being heavily photographed. For the most part.

He had spent the last couple weeks or so indulging in some wholesome, much needed self care. He got to do the things that he loved doing but never had time for anymore. He was eating healthy again, doing some yoga, going for a run every morning, meditating, and it felt good.

He was finally starting to feel like himself again! His bright, cheeky self. 

But he had been itching to go to the beach since he got to Malibu. So, he did what he always did., put on some sunglasses and off he went.

The beach was almost too quiet. As he walked, his ears carefully listened for any shuttering or clicks. Nothing.

Was it be too good to be true? Could no one really know where he was?

Maybe.

Harry made the choice a long time ago to always have gratitude for moments like this. Where he didn’t feel like he was being watched. It was so freeing, like he could truly be himself. He kept walking, feeling the soft sand in between his toes. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath in, the ocean air was the best part about going to the beach.

Suddenly, something hit his ankle. he tried to fix his balance, but before Harry could even comprehend what was happening his back had smacked onto the sand below him.

“Ow.” rubbing his head, he tried to sit up on his elbows to see what he’d tripped over, but his head began to spin. His vision grew fuzzy, forcing him to lay back down. And that’s when he passed out.

***

“C’mon, wake up. Please wake up.”

He felt something cool on his forehead, wincing at how dry his throat felt after he attempted to swallow. He tried to shift to sit up again, but his body just wouldn’t allow it.

“Hey, its okay. You hit your head, just lay down, okay?”

His eyes fluttered open to see a girl leaning over him, her long waves were quickly pushed back behind her ears.

“Do you feel okay?”

Her voice was soft, almost cautious?

She intently stared, her face filled with worry.

She was beautiful.

His legs and arms felt all wiggly and he couldn’t really see too well, but she looked like an angel.

“Think so.” he spoke, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Wha’ happened?”

“My shoes were in the way, I’m so sorry.” she gushed. “You hit your head on a rock.”

Her hoodie was bunched up and placed underneath his head for support.

“I’d be the one to do somethin’ like tha’.” he chuckled lightly.

“Are you really that clumsy?” she giggled.

Her giggle was so cute.

“No, m’quite graceful actually.” he joked. “Just lanky as hell.”

“I can see that.” she smiled, and Harry almost cooed and how pretty her smile was. “D’you wanna sit up?”

He nods, so she holds her hand out for him to take. He complies, and her other hand was on his back, just in case.

“There you go. D’you feel okay?”

“A bit better. he chewed at his bottom lips before speaking up again. “Thank you.”

She saw the smile he was giving her and suddenly she felt a little shy. “No problem at all, I’m sorry you tripped over my shoes.”

“S’alright, really.” his eyes traveled down to the blanket. On top of the soft material was an open notebook and a pen.

“D’you write?”

Her cheeks couldn’t have been more pink.

“Um, yeah. A little. I mean, s’just fiction. Nothing special.”

He stopped her by putting his hand gently on her shoulder.

“It’s okay.” his lips curved up at her nervousness, it was adorable. “I write too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah—songs, poetry, stuff like tha’.” 

“Can I hear some?”

“Only if you read me somethin’ of yours.” 

“Deal.”

“Okay.” he laughed.

Who was this girl? NO one had ever made him feel this way. He was a little nervous, but he felt so comfortable with her. It was like he’d known her for years already.

“M’sorry, never got your name?” he wondered out loud, tilting his head as he watched her.

And when she told him, it was the most beautiful name he’d ever heard.

“Tha’s a beautiful name.” he smiled.

Harry didn’t think he’d ever stop smiling.

[yshai-tia]

. layercake

.LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

name: y’shai tia

“at yer service, mate. aye, though ye might wanna ask again inna moon ‘er so-- lil’ more papers ‘ta push through an’ the last bit’ll change there. still can’t gods damned believe it if y’ask me.”

eye color: blue (left), green (right)

“pree’ common combo fer seekers, y’know? green from me ma, can only guess the blue from dear ol’ pops. is tha’ how it works? i ain’ a genetics sorta guy.”

hair style/color: black, lackadaisical

“oi now, leas’ it ain’ a qiqirn’s nest. take care ov’ me braids though, if yer lucky jus’ might tell ye what they mean some day.”

height: 5 fulms, 9 ilms

“look, ‘m tall fer a miqo’te, thas’ gotta count fer somethin’. ain’ about the height, mate, s’all ‘bout how ye use what yer slapped with.”

clothing style: predominately black with abhorrent amounts of leather

“what, like either ov’ those things ‘er ev’r gonna go outta style? lookin’ good an’ bein’ durable, ye can’t really go wrong there. an’ it ain’t like ‘m allergic ‘ta change, startin’ ‘ta get used ‘ta this whole buttoned ‘ta the throat business. sorta.”

best physical feature: absolutely everything, take your personal pick

“c’mon now, lookit yers truly, notta shortage ov’ ‘bests’ in sight, choosin’ jus’ one would jus’ be cruel. thick thighs, thick arse-- lil’ thick in th’ head sometimes but, aye, leas’ yer lookin’ at somethin’ nice.”

.LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

your fears: physical restrictions, i.e. being bound, failing to protect those he loves and/or hurting them himself, powerlessness and ineptitude, particularly large coeurls

“cor, jus’ had ‘ta go from a fun question straight ‘ta this. lighten up, mate.”

your guilty pleasure: who’s guilty?

“ain’ nothin’ guilty ‘bout indulgence-- an’ i sure as shit don’ think ‘bout-- ... ah, fuck. guess there was one time... but that was long ‘go now, ain’ no point bringin’ it up.”

your biggest pet peeve: don’t get him started

“the fact that ul’dah exists, does that fuckin’ count? aye, yer right, ‘ta big ‘ta be a peeve. cor, i dunno, what ye cryin’ over spilt yak’s milk fer. i guess... aye, well, this is a personal one-like, but whiddle this fer a second; self-proclaimed sorts ov’ engineers who go off wif’out a single thought fer consequences. ... aye, aye, i hear ye, real fuckin’ bold fer someone like me ‘ta bitch ‘bout that, but, listen, a guy can change. it’s one thing ‘ta fuck ‘round with things ye don’ understand fer the sake of curiousity but ye also don’ see me gettin’ ass deep in allagan bullshit jus’ cause there might be a fancy toy there that tickles me boredom away fer a spell. shit’s got its conveniences, aye, not like i dunno the uses ova’ tomephone-- but most ov’ it is also fuckin’ dangerous, not sayin’ that it shouldn’ be explored proper, but not by some renegade blighter who fancies himself some magitek wiz so far up his own arse it makes yer local garlean look like a dozen o’ roses.

swear, ye got folks out here thinkin’ jus’ cause they can take apart a chronometer ‘er do some basic maintenance on a firearm that they’re ready fer solo-scavenging-- next ye know they’re wadin’ in aetherochemical spills an’ huffin’ ceruleum.

so that’s one fer the road there, ask me again sometime an’ i’ll enlighten ye ‘bout all the fuckin’ joys ov’ seeker racism ‘ve ‘ad the pleasure of gettin’ ‘ta know.”

your ambition for the future: much and more

“one day ‘atta time has always been me go of things, aye, gander though i ain’t without dreams, ‘specially now with tha’ stability in me life-- let me think ‘bout things that i nev’r really thought mattered ‘ta much ‘ta me ‘fore, the future an’ like.

firs’ thing that comes ‘ta mind would be me projects, bein’ able ‘ta have me own workshop has been both a blessin’ an’ a curse; blessin’ fer obvious reasons, curse cause ‘m startin’ ‘ta have one ‘ta many irons in the fire, if ye whiddle me meanin’. the biggest one though... even i gotta admit tha’ this is a generational project at bes’ outlook, but. workin’ ta’wards bein’ able ‘ta purify an’ clean the land ov’ the remnants of war-- speakin’ ov’ ceruleum spills an’ the like. with hope me husband says that we could maybe one day bring th’ elementals’ blessin’ back ‘ta tainted lands, thas’ his field of expertise at work there... jus’ bein’ able ‘ta rid the land ov’ imperial consequence is a worthwhile goal ‘ta me, i reckon.

oth’r than that.. there’s some silly things, aye, winna big marksman competition ov’ sorts, fish up a catch that no one’s ev’r seen ‘fore, get stronger... thas’ one thas’ nev’r changed, fer differ’nt reasons now mind.”

.LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

your first thoughts waking up: depends on the morning

“considerin’ the curr’nt season an’ all, most of me mornins’ start with me husband latchin’ on ‘ta me an’ not lettin’ me leave the bed at leas’ an extra bell fer the sake of warmth.

which is ‘ta say me first thoughts when wakin’ are pree’ fuckin good ones.”

what you think about the most: his husband, work, personal projects, underlying worries and responsibilities he’s not prone to publicly airing

“i ain’ exactly the ‘fee-low-sof-ick-al’ type, mate. keep it simple-like, thinkin’ ‘bout what’s in front ov’ me, the next step aft’r that.”

what you think about before bed: depends on the night

“‘pends on if ‘m too fucked out ‘ta even think ‘fore sleep takes me ‘er not. still, thoughts still mostly the same ‘gardless-- usually somethin’ long the lines of jus’ how godsdamned lucky i really am.”

you think your best quality is: once again.... take your personal pick

“well, ‘lready mentioned me ass, me thighs... if ye fancy scars me chest an’ back are pree’ damn nice too, me arms got some neat lookin’ ones lemme-- oh, y’don’t mean physical this time. cor, why didn’ ye say so.

shit, uhh... well, i ain’ the type ‘ta give up, come hell ‘er high water. shit tha’ might be a flaw but fuck it, it gets results, at leas’.”

.LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: single

“the hell issa group date? like a bunch’a folk all mated goin’ out? separate mated pairs? yer missin’ me here. only got eyes fer one, so the point is prolly moot.”

to be loved or respected: respected

“this issa easy one. trus’ me, know what is like bein’ ‘loved’ without respect, shit’s fun fer a spell, strokes the ego ‘til yer cummin’ yer own pride an’ fumes, but is all the same as a grog binge down at the Wench-- ev’ry single time ye’ll wake up feelin’ like shite an’ prayin fer death. ye can get mighty high on’a pain an’ pleasure cycle like that, aye, but ‘ventually the pain wins out.”

beauty or brains: they correlate

“me baby’s got both, so it ain’t like i gotta choose. ‘m a spoiled bastard, i know.”

dogs or cats: both

“cute buggers aren’t they, the both ov’ em. been at the mercy ov’ the teeth ov’ ‘em both too-- from coeurls ‘ta imperial trained bloodhounds. still, can’t rightly hate the animal fer instincts an’ trainin’, all jus’ tryin ‘ta survive.”

.LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

lie: naturally. but also poorly

“ain’ ‘xactly me strongest suit, fair, but ‘ll bullshit me way ‘round somethin’ if i gotta.”

believe in yourself: of course-- sincerity is a non-factor

“fake it ‘til ye make it, mate. call it cheesy writin’ on the wall ‘er what’ver ye like, shit does the job. no one gives a shit how ye feel ‘bout yerself-- jus’ fuckin’ tell yerself that ye got this an’ go. don’ look back.”

believe in love: he’s in it

“kinda hard ‘ta refute somethin’ ‘m experiencin’, y’know.”

want someone: every second of every day

“jus’ ‘cause ye already have it don’ mean that ye stop wantin it. aye, if anythin’ jus’ want ‘em even moreso. constantly, shit never stops. it’s fuckin’ heaven, lemme tell ye.”

.LAYER SIX: EVER?

been on stage: not professionally

“nothin’ like singin’ er dancin’, less ye count bar tables as impromptu stages.”

done drugs: not always consensually. but a moko edible every now and again isn’t such a crime.

“relax, ain’ like i make a habit ov’ it. special occasion, really. don’ fancy bein’ out ov’ it ‘ta of’en.”

changed who you were to fit in: naturally

“ye gotta if ye wanna survive beyond yer own comforts, mate-- that is if yer lucky ‘ta be born inta’ such ‘ta begin with. look, is called adaptin’, an’ if ye haven’ noticed we miqo’te are pree’ fuckin’ good at it. not even mentionin’ tryna fit in at home-- when i left it was change ‘er die; changed when i started learnin’ the common eorzean tongue, changed when i started dressin’ different, when i started learnin’ how ‘ta act, walk an’ talk so as ‘ta survive, hold me own. y’see it all the godsdamn time-- lookit every miqo’te who changed their name once they started livin’ in one ov’ the big cities, aye, not all ov’ ‘em do, but ‘nuff do ‘fer us ‘ta notice.

it’s adaption. it’s survival. hide parts ov’ yerself ‘ta preserve the greater whole. ain’t sayin’ it’s a nice thing tha’ we gotta do it-- but, aye, survival rarely is ev’r nice.

... if yer lucky though, if ye live long ‘nuff, ye can start reclaimin’ them hidden parts ov’ yerself back, aye, s’process.”

.LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

favorite color: black

“were ye expectin’ anythin’ else? ain’t gonna say no ‘ta gold either-- ‘specially of the rosey sort. they jus’ go ta’gether so well, y’know.”

favorite animal: jaguars, of course

“biased? me? ‘course not.”

favorite food: seafood in general, rustic homecooked meals, spicy food, way too sweet cream-filled coffee, nostalgic preference for almonds, coconuts, and fruit based desserts

“ye ev’r have those lil’ balls of cod deep fried in batter? could get meself sick on those buggers. too damn good. ‘specially if ye add a generous ‘mount ov’ dragon pepper ‘ta the fish ‘fore hand. ‘course if it’s good, fresh catch then ye can’t go wrong with simplicity neither, crab meat straight from the leg with no bells an’ whistles issa snack fit fer the finest.”

favorite game: card games, puzzles, anything that can spur fun competition, whether it be from hunting, to racing, to a snowball fight, isn’t adverse to the cheap thrill of betting on a race chocobo every now and again

“anythin’ can be good, fun competition if yer willin’ an’ rarin’, nothin’ like a lil’ friendly fire under yer arse ‘ta get the legs movin’ an’ cogs whirrin’.”

.LAYER EIGHT: AGE

day your next birthday will be: 28th day of the first umbral moon

“would be pree’ wild if me nameday wasn’ on.... me nameday.”

how old will you be: 29

“ugh, c’mon, i’m tryin’ not ‘ta think ‘bout it. knock it off.”

age you lost your virginity: between the ages of 19 and 21, he does not specify

“whas’ it matter? past is the past. leave it alone.”

does age matter: to an extent

“i ain’ no damn preacher, but it’s pree’ godsdamned obvious when someone is exertin’ power ov’r another. s’reason there be words like kid an’ adult. don’ fuckin’ be that person.”

.LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

best personality: bullheaded, smart, witty, compassionate, strong-hearted and strong-willed, brave, stubborn, impatient, and rather tactless

“maybe toss in a damn fine arse an’ voice like’a songbird-- wait, those ain’t personality traits?”

best eye color: rose gold

“bonus points if they gotta nice, natural glow ‘ta’em.”

best hair color: a warm rose peach with a streak of pale blonde

“what? ‘m a guy who jus’ knows what he likes. an’ i like what i like, cuff me if issa crime.”

best thing to do with a partner: exist with them in the entirety of life’s capacity

“call me fuckin’ sentimental, but learnin’ ‘ta fuckin’ live, really godsdamn live, with ‘em rath’r than jus’ survive... can’t fuckin’ be beat, jus’ can’t. shit’s golden, can’t wait ‘ta do it ev’ry single day on this star ‘til me times’ up.”

.LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

i love: “me husband.”

i feel: “pree’ chuffed, might go fer a nap.”

i hide: “poorly. mean have ye seen me, mate? ain’t easy hidin’ when yer this big. less’ maybe was in a house built with roes in mind.”

i miss: “me ma. aye, still lot’sa things that make me miss home, wouldn’ change where i am now fer the world, mind.”

i wish: “... fish. er, sorry, mind blanked there. they rhyme. been at sea fer the past few days now.”

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