#I remember reading both of their Valentine scenes

[homeinchaldea]

Finally got a lock-on chocolate while farming.

So there’s no doubt who will be the first one to get it.

[ma1dita]

partners in crime

luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]

MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST

summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers

things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & most of these can be read as standalones!

here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)

child of dionysus headcanons!

trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar

deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)

play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)

character study: luke castellan & trouble

any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !

key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡

[rewind to before] pre-established relationship

trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼

The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)

entropy ☼

The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)

buddy system 4.2k ☼

The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)

somebody's angel 4.4k ☽

The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)

feed the fire 1.2k ☼

The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)

bedtime stories 2.4k ☼

The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)

crazy little thing 3.4k ☼

The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)

anything you want 1.6k ☼

The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)

said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽

The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)

[pause and remember us like this] established relationship

play pretend 5.1k ☼

The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)

a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽

The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)

chance encounters ☼

The one where you both daydream about different lives. (You think you'd find him anywhere, by soul alone)

to see the chaos through ☽

The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)

not your goddess ☽

The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)

don't blame the kids ☼

The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)

trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼

The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)

now that we're older 3.5k ☼

The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)

if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽

The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )

[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt

lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽

The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)

love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽

The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)

to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽

The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)

solipsism 5.3k ☽

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)

angel with a broken wing ☼ ☽

The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four women Luke Castellan risked it for and how it will end up killing him)

love me dry 4.5k ☼ ☽

The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)

when the curtains close (LATEST ADD) 5.3k☽

The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)

asking for trouble ☽

The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)

as above, so below ☽ ☼

The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)

ask to be added to luke/general taglist 🥹

[onlymingyus]

Love Scene (svthub's cupid for you collab)

pairing; choi seungcheol x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; alcohol, poor knowledge of wine (on my part), pet names, seungcheol is a simp, unprotected sex, manhandling/cheol lifts the reader, mentions of the readers lipstick color (could look different on all skin tones), begging, slight dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, lingerie kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating, breeding kink, aftercare

w/c; 5.3k 

svthub cupid for you masterlist

a/n; this is part of the svthub cupid for you collab valentine's gift exchange event. my fic is for my valentine @multi-kpop-fanfics. i hope you enjoy this wifey. i had a lot of fun writing cheollie for you. happy valentines day. i love you. thank you to @wongyuseokie and @onlyhuis for proofreading for me!

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Seungcheol smiles against the wine glass pursed on his lips. You looked beautiful as you listened to the woman drone on about the notes and undertones of the wine that she had been pouring for the two of you to try, but Seungcheol had stopped paying attention three bottles ago. 

“This one is a Cabernet Sauvignon.” 

You hum along with the woman’s words as you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip of the dark red liquid and letting the dry wine rest on your tongue, trying to taste the notes she was explaining even as you feel Seungcheol’s eyes on your face. 

“A personal favorite and one I know a lot of couples tend to want to take home, especially on evenings like this. Notes of cranberries and dark chocolate. What do you think, Seungcheol?” 

Hearing his name from the host, your boyfriend smiles, looking away from you to pick up the glass, tipping it back quicker than you had. You watch as he swirls the liquid on his tongue, tilting his head only to purse his lips and look at yours as you let them part ever so slightly in amusement. 

“Not my favorite, honestly. Especially if I’m buying a bottle for Valentine’s Day. I want something sweet. Something that will make me feel as good as I do when I look at her.” 

He was being ridiculous, and you couldn’t help but look away, feeling your cheeks burning at his attempts to be sweet. The woman laughs, reaching for the glasses in front of you, and Seungcheol pulls them back towards her before she searches her inventory for the perfect choice as you shake your head. 

“Seriously, Cheol?” 

Smiling, Seungcheol leans to press his lips against your warm cheek, chuckling at the heat under his lips even as you try to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his public display of attention. 

“Of course, I’m serious, Y/N. It’s Valentine’s Day. If there was any day for me to be as cheesy as possible, it’s today, and you look beautiful. I can’t help it…  I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I’m head over heels for you, baby.” 

Scoffing, you push Seungcheol away, listening to his laughter, even as you attempt to hide your laugh, muttering about how stupid he is. 

“Stupidly in love with you.” 

"Ya, could you shut up Choi Seungcheol?” 

Turning back towards you and a now playfully pouty Seungcheol, the woman laughs under her breath as she shows you both a different bottle of wine. 

“This is a Chateau Chantal Cherry Port. This is the sort of dessert wine I would recommend serving with chocolate. Perfect for a day like today.” 

Seungcheol watches your lips pull up into a smile as the dark liquid is poured into two small port glasses and offered to you. He lets you taste it first, listening to the soft sound of appreciation that escapes your lips before he tilts his glass back and his eyes widen. 

“Oh wow…” 

You can only nod along as you watch your boyfriend this time. He had spent the day “stupidly in love” with you, but now you were almost drunk with how much you were clearly enamored with the man. 

“Rich cherries with a bit of tobacco and wood smoke depth makes this port special." 

Neither of you were paying attention to your host at this point, as Seungcheol notices you looking at him, the glass resting on his lips as he finishes what is left in his glass. He needed to get you out of here. What made this special was you, not any underlying notes or fruits or what barrel the wine had been aged in. 

“We’ll take a bottle.” 

You smile, leaning your head back against the wall next to your front door, as Seungcheol’s lips press against the column of your throat. He had barely kept his hands to himself the entire drive home, but you weren’t complaining. You were on fire for him, and it would seem the feeling was mutual. 

Groaning against your skin, Seungcheol’s fingers slide along your arm to your wrist, where your fingers are wrapped around a blue jasmine bouquet he had stopped to pick up on the way home. He tried to be careful, dragging your arm up the wall, knowing you were holding the flowers, but he could feel petals hitting his shirt and hear the soft fluttering as they fell to the ground. 

“Cheol…” 

His brows furrowing at the level of need in your voice as you say his name, Seungcheol rakes his teeth against your throat before pulling back to look at your pretty face, leaning in to press his plush lips to yours. Your lips were almost the same color as the wine that he had bought for the two of you to share for the night, and it was driving him crazy. 

You whimper against his lips, and Seungcheol feels his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, causing him to hiss and lean his forehead against yours in an effort to calm himself down. Your free hand was tugging at his dress shirt under his jacket, pulling it from his pants already, but he had two bags in his hand and a plan for the evening before he wanted to have you on his cock. 

“You are so fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 

Seungcheol feels your smile against his cheek as he leans to brush his lips against your ear to whisper in your ear. He could feel the chill bumps spreading along your skin. As hard as he was making this for himself, he knew it was just as difficult for you not to beg him  to take you to bed. 

“My forever valentine.” 

Your fingernails almost rip at Seungcheol’s shirt as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, but his words cause your heart to swell. He was cheesy, and you couldn’t help but smile, but he was making you fall in love with him all over again. 

“I love you too, Cheol. I–can we just..." 

He knew what you were going to ask. Smiling, Seungcheol shakes his head, making you whine as he pulls back from you, only stopping to kiss you gently before taking your free hand and guiding you towards the kitchen. 

“Not yet. Patience, darling.” 

You did want to have patience, but as you followed Seungcheol into the kitchen, his fingers falling from yours as he laid his bags on the island, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You knew how important today was to him. Every day with you was important to him, but holidays, no matter how commercial and silly they really were, were important if they could be spent with you and celebrating you. 

“Here, sit down, baby. Let me grab a couple of things.” 

Seungcheol watches you smile as he turns the swiveling high bar stool towards you. He loved your smile. He loved how easily he could make you happy on days like this. Just little actions would have you smiling and giggling for him, and that had Seuncheol’s chest feeling tight with love. 

Turning you back towards the island, Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek, listening to your soft laughter as he leaves you watching him. He could hear you shifting behind him, but he kept himself to his task: two wine glasses, a plate, and a fork. No matter how much he wanted to take you to bed right away, he needed to practice the patience he expected you to have. 

Crossing your arms on the counter, you lay your chin on your hand, tilting your head slightly while watching your boyfriend complete his tasks. He was effortlessly handsome, and you could imagine every day of the rest of your life spent like this. He made it as easy as breathing. 

He smiled as he looked at you fondly, seeing you with your head resting on the counter. Seungcheol reaches for the bags, taking out the bottle of wine from the vineyard along with a plain box that he had been insistent on stopping to get on the way home. 

“You are so cute. I can’t stand when you look at me like that.” You smile once again, and Seungcheol’s heart beats quicker. “You make it hard for me to tell you no.” 

“Then why would you ever tell me no, Cheol?” 

Shaking his head, Seungcheol carefully opens the wine, letting out a sigh as he holds one of the delicate wine glasses in his left hand and pours some of the deep red liquid into it. 

“I rarely do. I just ask for patience, like right now. I want to do this in the right order. I got you nice things; I want to enjoy them with you and then enjoy you. Is that so terrible?” 

Biting at your lips, you feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheol’s words and his meaning. He was right. You knew he had spoiled you in so many ways, over and over again. Today was no different. You watched how he held the wine glass in his fingers, and it reminded you of how he held you on so many occasions, as if you’d break, like you were precious. 

“It’s not… I just want you so much. I miss you already.” 

Sliding the glass across the bar to you, Seungcheol grins, tilting his head at your wording. You missed him? He was right in front of you, albeit separated by some quartz and wood, but he knew what you meant; he would still make you say it. 

“Is that so? Sweetheart, I’m right here. How could you possibly–” 

"Cheol, you know what I mean.” 

Cutting off his words, you whine out your own, causing Seungcheol to chuckle as he pours his own glass of the port before putting the bottle to the side, picking up his glass, and bringing it to his nose as he swirls the liquid gently in the glass. 

“Why don’t you just tell me, Princess?" 

It wasn’t a question; rather, it was a request, a command. Licking your lips, your eyes move to your wine glass, your fingers running over the stem as your lips pull up into a small smirk, knowing Seungcheol’s eyes are on you. You know he’s watching as you pout your lips slightly and bat your lashes in a way that drives him crazy. 

“I miss your lips on mine; I miss them on my skin. I want you inside of me, baby.” 

Tipping his glass back against his lips, Seungcheol takes a breath through his nose as the wine hits his tongue when you finally tell him what he wants to hear. He would give you what you wanted in due time. Shaking his head, Seungcheol smiles against the delicate glass, lowering his eyes to meet yours as you take your first sip of the wine, letting out a small happy sound to the taste. 

“And I want to be inside of you, and I will be if you can be patient with me. I have a treat for you. It’s a special day, remember?” 

You smile, lifting your shoulders as you nod in response, watching Seungcheol turn the plain white box towards you. You could smell the sweet dessert, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was. It wasn’t until he lifted the lid that your mouth started to water, and you kicked your feet out of happiness. 

“My favorite…” 

“Mm, only the best for you, darling. The last slice of red velvet cake from your favorite bakery. I called ahead to make sure she put it back for me. Are you happy?” 

Lifting the fork, Seungcheol smiles, watching you nod as he cuts off the tip of the cake before turning the bite towards you and letting you lean in to take it from the fork. Watching your eyes close and listening to the sound of your pleasure from enjoying your favorite dessert causes his smile to widen, with his eyes closing very slightly. It was almost better than sharing it with you, just watching you enjoy it on your own. 

“It’s perfect. You have to try some. It’s perfect with the port. Let me?” 

With your fingers sliding over his, you take the fork from Seungcheol, cutting off the next bite of red velvet cake and offering it to him as he continues to smile at you. It’s only after urging him to take it, the crumb of the cake brushing against his lips, that your boyfriend takes the bite from the fork, his brows furrowing to the sweet taste, and he closes his eyes, savoring it. 

Taking another bite, you hum happily as Seungcheol runs his thumb along his lips to push away any remaining crumbs. Watching you eat, Seungcheol brings his wine to his lips with a smile as he uses his free hand to scroll through his phone. The atmosphere was almost perfect. The two of you in the comfort of your house, your favorite cake in front of you, shared the perfect dessert wine, but the sound of music made you look surprised. 

“Dance with me?” 

Seungcheol’s fingers run along your hand as you drop the fork on the mostly empty plate as Florence & The Machine’s Stand by Me plays quietly from the phone resting on the kitchen counter. You can only nod, letting your boyfriend spin your chair away from the island as he grins at you and your serious expression. Helping you down from the stool, Seungcheol slides his fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he takes the lead, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music. 

“What is that look for? It’s your favorite…” 

Of course, it was. Of course, he remembered. Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you smile, closing your eyes as Seungcheol hums along with the words to the song until you finally speak. 

“This is perfect, Cheol. You’ve done too much.” 

Humming as he considers your words, Seungcheol leans his head back so he can look down at you, causing you to look up at him as he does. You watch as he shakes his head, finally disagreeing with you. Gentle fingers caress your cheek before Seungcheol allows his hand to rest against the side of your neck, keeping you grounded as if you might float away from him. 

“Never enough. I love you, and it’s Valentine’s day… I’m just enjoying your company. I’m enjoying that pretty look on your face when you like something.” 

Pouting slightly, you watch as Seungcheol smiles into a laugh, leaning to gently press his lips against your pout. 

“No more pouting, sweetheart. Finish this dance with me….hm?” 

Your lips pull up against Seungcheol’s lips as his fingers trail along your neck and up against the side of your hair. Your skin was starting to feel warm again at his attention. You were wanting him badly again, feeling his body so close to yours even as the sweet words of the song attempted to keep you in the moment. 

Hearing your soft whimper when he pulls back from your lips, Seungcheol bites at his bottom lip as he lets you turn in front of him, his fingers loosely holding yours. With a gentle tug, he pulls you back into his arms as the song ends, and your eyes once again find his desire burning just under the surface. 

Seungcheol smiles, his teeth slowly sliding from his bottom lip as he shakes his head, trying to keep himself in check as you look at him like that. You listen to his gentle sigh as you feel his fingers work the zipper of your dress down your back. The weight of the material causes your dress to slide forward on your shoulders when Seungcheol takes a step back from you to press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today? How much I love you in this dress?” 

Watching you smile, your head tilting, Seungcheol trails his fingers back up your arms to where your dress was precariously resting on your shoulders. With a gentle brush of his fingers, your dress falls to the floor, a discarded pile at your feet as his eyes move over your body. 

“But I love this even more. Shit, baby…” 

Seungcheol groans, moving his hands to your waist before scratching his nails lightly down to your hips to rest his palms over the burgundy lace that covered your body. You were driving him crazy, his cock now throbbing hard in his pants as Seungcheol’s eyes dilated, looking at you in the bodysuit. 

“Do you like it?”

Letting out a breath at your question, Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to come up with the right words, before just taking a step back and lifting his hand to rub his palm over his mouth in awe. Watching you turn in front of him, showing him every angle, your boyfriend can only scoff as you let out a playful laugh, lowering your lashes when you face him once again. That was the last straw. 

“Don’t ask silly questions, sweetheart.” 

You start to defend yourself when you find yourself lifted off your feet. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you smile against Seungcheol’s lips as he groans to the feeling of your body flush with his as he starts the walk towards the bedroom. 

“I remember how to walk, Cheol.” 

“I don’t give a fuck." Your back hits the bed, and you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as Seungcheol looks down at you from the side of the bed like you were something to eat. “I wanted you here at my pace." 

Seungcheol grins as your teeth catch your red lips, pulling at them as you try to hide how much you like his words. He knew how much you liked him manhandling you and how much you were going to like everything that was going to happen to you. 

“Mm, I’m here. What are you going to do with me now, sir?" 

Fuck, you were trying to kill him. Shaking his head, Seungcheol chuckles as you tease him with not only your words but also your toes running along the inseam of his dress pants. He groans as you bite your lips, working your foot all that much closer towards his leaking cock, still trapped behind layers of clothing. 

“Exactly what you asked me for in the kitchen, darling.”

Watching Seungcheol’s hands move along his torso to undo his shirt, you laugh quietly at his words, knowing he would keep his promise. Your eyes follow his every move just as they do when your back arches and your legs cross, allowing you to press your thighs together, giving you some much needed relief from the arousal soaking into the lace barely covering your pussy. 

Clothes hit the floor in different corners until Seungcheol finally lets out a breath of relief, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly. With his free hand, he pries your legs open, only to then bring down his palm hard on your inner thigh, granting himself a half moan, half whine from your pretty lips to the pleasurable sting. 

“Keep your legs open. With how you are acting, I might as well have let you grind on a pillow while I was getting undressed, princess. Are you that fucking needy?” 

You can only furrow your brows and nod, your fingers running along the lace covering your breasts and stomach as Seungcheol’s hands press into your thighs and trace your curves along your hips to your ass and back to your thighs once again. 

“Dying to be touched that badly? Are you ruining your present for me? I liked this piece of lingerie, but I’m more than willing," You whined, hearing and feeling the sound of lace ripping at your hips as Seungcheol’s fingers dug into the delicate material. “To replace it. I’m not, however, patient enough to fucking figure out how to get you out of it. I’d rather fuck you while you are in it.” 

Lifting your hips, your eyes move down to where Seungcheol’s fingers slide under the torn lace. You watch as he smirks, digging his fingers into the burgundy material, watching how easily it gives way to his strength before he moves his fingers to the center of your legs, running two fingers over the wet patch that had grown exponentially with his actions. 

“You like that idea, don’t you, my pretty little slut?” 

Seungcheol watches you lick your lips before you nod and rock your hips against his fingers. He knew you like the back of his hand. 

“Yes…fuck. Please, Cheol? I don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve wanted you all day long.” 

You were so greedy, and he loved that about you. He was just as greedy, if not more. Grinning, Seungcheol leans down to run his tongue along the lace as he hooks a finger under it. Soon, your whines turn into full blown moans as Seungcheol runs his knuckle along your folds before circling your leaking entrance slowly with his index finger. 

Pushing into your soft, tight walls, Seungcheol groans against the wet lace, furrowing his brows. You were addictive, from your sounds to your taste. He knew you didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He could feel you squeezing around his finger like a vice, and that already had his cock twitching against your thigh at the thought of being inside of you. 

“Please….just —” 

You let out a soft, breathy whine as Seungcheol kisses your thigh, sliding a second finger into you beside his first. You wanted to complain that it wasn’t his cock, but when he rolls his fingers back towards the top of your pussy with perfect precision, the words leave your mind as quickly as they had entered them. 

Seungcheol grunts, running his lips against your soft skin, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers. He wanted to get his tongue on you. He wanted this lace out of his way, but at the same time, he didn’t want it off of you. Seungcheol hadn’t been lying about wanting to fuck you in it, so there was only one thing to be done. 

“Cheol!” 

A smirk causes Seungcheol’s lips to pull up to one side when you yell his name, feeling your lingerie give way between your legs as he uses his fingers to rip the lace apart. With nothing in his way, Seungcheol slides his fingers back into your warm pussy and runs his tongue between your folds, groaning as he circles the tip around your clit, feeling you buck your hips up against his mouth. 

You feel your stomach tightening as your orgasm starts to take over quickly with Seungcheol’s relentless actions, but it isn’t until a third finger is carefully worked in with the others that you fall over the edge. Your head thrown back against the bedding, you lace your fingers into Seungcheol’s hair, moaning his name as you cum around his fingers, feeling him smile against your folds. 

“Mm…fuck.” 

His words are muffled against your pussy as Seungcheol lets his fingers carefully slip from you, and his tongue replaces them in order to collect as much of your cum as possible. Only when your thighs shake around his head and you whimper his name, begging for him to give you a break, does Seungcheol move his mouth from between your legs, opting to press soft, wet kisses to your thighs. 

“You are trying to kill me.” 

Lips once again, pulling up at your words, Seungcheol shakes his head, nipping at your thigh, causing you to whine at feeling overstimulated once again, tugging at his hair to make him stop. 

“I’m not. I just like watching you tremble like that. You are so fucking pretty. You taste so good. I could eat you out all day long.” 

You wanted to reiterate your words after hearing his. It felt like he was trying to kill you as you felt Seungcheol’s hands sliding along your legs and up your sides as he moved between your legs to lay over you. You found yourself pouting only to hear him chuckle and to feel Seungcheol’s lips press against yours to soften the pout before the kiss turned into something much deeper and filled with longing. 

Seungcheol’s fingers press into your side next to your breast before he groans against your lips, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling your wet folds against his aching cock. You were warm and wet, and if anyone felt like they were dying right now, it was him. He wanted to give you time to calm down after your first orgasm, but he was also aching to be inside of you after prepping you. 

“Mm, baby, you feel so good. I just…fuck.” 

You could hear the strain in his voice as you felt him rutting between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling; all you could manage were soft moans and begs against Seungcheol’s lips for him to get inside of you. At first, you aren’t sure he understands you until you feel the head of his cock press into you, and his hips slowly move to meet yours. 

The stretch, even after all of his prep, is intense. Seungcheol is a large man, from his arms to his chest and all the way to his cock, now buried inside of you as he stays still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. Eyes locked on your face, Seungcheol takes a deep breath, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing his head to spin before you take a breath of your own and whisper his name. 

“Pl—please…need it. I want you to. You feel so good, baby. You are so big, Cheol.” 

Everything you said was bad for Seungcheol’s ego. You were always making him feel like he was the most important thing in the world and in the bedroom like he was the only man you would ever need again in your life. That was all he needed and wanted. He wanted you ruined for anyone else. He wanted to leave an imprint of himself inside of you so that you would never forget that you were his, and if you needed a reminder, he would be there every single day of your life to give it to you. 

Lips brushing against your ear, Seungcheol groans your name like a prayer. His pace quickens as he buries his cock deep inside of you. Pulling your leg up to his hip, he hisses at the feeling of your nails scratching at his biceps before thrusting hard, making you cry out in pleasure. 

“Put your leg around me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.” You nod, letting him help you wrap your leg around his hip so that your foot rests on the top of his ass, the new angle causing you to see stars along with his words. “I fucking love the feeling of your cum on my dick, baby. Give it to me." 

Between Seungcheol’s words and the way his cock was dragging along your walls, you didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. The coil winding tighter and tighter snaps as Seungcheol’s teeth rake along the side of your neck, and you see white. 

With your walls gripping his cock like a vice, Seungcheol groans against your neck, his breath caught in his throat as he feels your cum coat his length with every deep thrust into your heavenly pussy. Holding your thigh tightly, Seungcheol leans back to look down at you as he starts to chase his own high. 

"God, I’m so close. Wanna leave you full of me...dripping, so I can fuck it back into you.” 

Your cheeks burn at Seungcheol’s dirty mouth, and your eyes close, causing him to chuckle before you hear his pleasured groan, knowing he truly is getting close. You could feel him getting closer. All the signs that you had grown to know over your time with him were the same. The way he would pull you closer, his hand almost bruising your skin, his hot breath on your jaw, and the way he would bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, intent on filling you fully. 

Seungcheol’s choked groans fill your ears as he falls over the edge. His warm cum spilled into you, only to be fucked back into you with deep, smooth thrusts. Catching his breath, Seungcheol smiles as he feels cum begin to seep from you and between your thighs, knowing he had done exactly what he had promised. 

Leaning back on his hand, Seungcheol groans. He helps you rest your leg back on the bed and off to the side as he continues to slowly push the mixture of his cum and yours back into your tender pussy. He could feel himself softening and how he was overstimulating himself, but it was worth it to hear your soft whimpers and to watch the cum drip from you and around his cock as you ran your fingers between your folds and through the sticky mess, much to his delight. 

“Shit…yes. Does that feel good, baby? You gonna give me one more? Use that cum to get off around me one more time tonight." 

Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol nods along with you as you roll your hips over his cock and your fingers, letting yourself cum one last time. Your eyes closing, and you let out a soft breath and whispered his name as your boyfriend slipped from you with a soft groan. You feel his plush, perfect lips work from your jaw to your lips before the bed feels suddenly empty for a few moments. 

Exhaustion keeps you from searching for Seungcheol as he sits on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the taps, letting the water come to the perfect temperature. Leaning towards the door every few seconds, he checks to make sure you haven’t moved, only to smile at seeing you breathing softly, your eyes still closed as you rest, waiting for him. 

After a few minutes, you feel your lips once again press against yours, bringing you back to reality as Seungcheol’s arm moves under your back and the other under your legs. He simply grins against your cheek, hearing your soft mutters of how you could walk before he sits you on the toilet and runs his fingers over your hair, watching you finally open your eyes to look up at him. 

“Hi…” 

“Hi yourself. I ran a bath and brought the rest of our wine in here. Does that sound good?” 

Nodding, you smile, causing him to do the same. You let him help you back to your feet once you were ready. Holding on to your arms, Seungcheol helps you into the bath before sliding in behind you and letting you rest your back on his chest, his fingers running along the stem of a wine glass, the other hand resting on your stomach. 

You can’t help but smile as you bring your wine to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet wine before leaning your head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips press to the side of your head. You were exhausted, but this had been the perfect Valentine’s day. Seungcheol was the perfect Valentine, and he was your forever Valentine. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

Seungcheol’s lips against your ear; his words cause your skin to erupt with chill bumps and for you to laugh into your words as you turn to meet his lips speaking against his. 

“I love you too, Cheol. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” 

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[rayne-astrophile]

Special oneshot before Valentine's Day ends :D

Buttons - Rayne Ames x F!Reader

Notes - inspired by a comic I read when i was a child where japanese students give their shirt's button (the one in the same level as their heart) to their crush because it kind of means they give their heart to them!

- highschool!au & ooc rayne

You have a crush on Rayne Ames even before he becomes the Student Council's president. He might not remember you, but he had helped you with your homework when you first attended Easton.

Since then, you fell in love with him.

And today is Valentine's day. Students start to give their shirt's button to their crushes.

You grip yours in your hand. You want to give it to Rayne, but you're still considering it. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't like you? What if he doesn't remember you at all?

But you have promised yourself to confess your feelings for him today, on Valentine's day. It doesn't matter if he rejects you, you just want him to acknowledge your feelings.

In the end, you come to a conclusion to give him your shirt's button.

It is lunch break when you try to find Rayne. You look around the school, and finally you catch a glimpse of half blonde and half raven hair behind the class building.

Your eyes lit up as you take a step forward, but-

"Please take my button," You widen your eyes when a girl's voice reaches your ears. You immediately hide yourself at the other side of the building as you listen to the girl's confession for Rayne.

Your heart aches in pain, as the possibilities of him accepting the girl's confession still exists. You peek silently from the other side.

That girl is the student council's vice president, Judy. She is the beauty of the school, and she didn't get that title for nothing. Her blonde hair and her ocean eyes... she's just perfect. She also performs well in academics, adding to her popularity.

You're doing well with your academics, too, but you're more low key. You always hate attention.

Despite both of them being the dream partner, the students can't help but ship them. "Perfection is for perfection", they say.

That makes you ponder,

What if Rayne accepts her? Do you have no chance at all? Does he---

"I appreciate your feelings for me," Rayne's smooth voice cuts you off from your train of thoughts. "But I can't accept it. I'm sorry," he apologises as Judy slowly retreats her button. "It's fine, Rayne." She smiles as she puts her button into her pocket. "I just want to get over this feeling and focus on studying." She runs a hand through her hair.

Judy lets out a sigh as she looks at Rayne. "So, who's the lucky one? I see you already took off your button." She asks in interest.

Her sentence makes your heart shatter into pieces. You lower your head and your feet finally take you away from the scene as you put your button into your pocket.

Rayne stays silent as he looks to the side; at your previous hiding spot.

"I'm going to give it to her now."

You enter the empty class, while the other students are busy giving their buttons to their crushes. Everyone is laughing and smiling, while you're alone, doing your own things.

It is not long after that you hear the door of the classroom being pushed open.

What you do not expect is your crush walking in.

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his golden ones, which you immediately look away. Even so, you can see him entering the class from the corner of your eyes.

"Why are you here? Don't you want to give your button to your crush?"

You raise your head to look at him as he is already (surprisingly) in front of you. You look around the class before pointing to yourself, "You're asking me?"

Rayne visibly frowns. "Who else would I be talking to if it's not you? Do you see anyone else in this class, (Last name)?"

You gape your mouth, "Y-You know me?" You ask in disbelief. His frown darkens as he furrows his eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" He mutters. "We've been classmates since our first year."

You look away timidly as you brush a strand of your hair to the back of your ear, only for it to fall back. "I didn't think you'd remember me," you whisper softly, which is audible to him.

"And why'd you think that?"

Is he always this talkative? You are already screaming on the inside.

"I..." you trail your eyes away from him. "Have... have you given your button to your crush?"

His frown is even more visible when you change the topic. He lets out a sigh, but he wants to get over it anyway.

"I was going to give it to her," he murmurs. "Do you think she'll accept it?" His question makes you confused. Why would he want your opinion?

"Of course she will. You're everyone's crush, you know?" You mumble, your voice is barely above a whisper.

But he still can hear it.

"Is that so?" He asks, and you can barely see the corners of his lips lift up as he reaches out his fist to you. "Then, you'll accept this, right?"

He opens his fist, revealing a button in his palm. Your eyes widen as you look at him in disbelief.

"W-What?"

Rayne trails his eyes away from you. "It's okay if you don't want to. I see you, too, have taken off your button." He lowers his hand, only for you to take it into yours.

"N-No! I..." you stutter as you take out your own button from your pocket. Hesitantly, you put the small object on his palm. "You can take mine. I-I can't possibly take yours,"

Rayne stares at the two buttons on his palm before locking his eyes with yours. "Why not?" You lower your head as you fiddle your hands on your lap. "I-I just can't believe it. You can't possibly have feelings for someone like me-"

"Let me prove it to you, then."

You flinch when his warm hand cups your cheek and lifts your head up to face him. Before you knew it, his soft lips pressed against yours, taking your breath away.

He moves his lips with a gentle, delicate movement as his other hand rests on your nape, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You find yourself lost in his kiss as you grip the hem of your skirt, your cheeks burning and your heart beating faster than ever.

Seconds feel like eternity for you until Rayne finally pulls away. His tongue runs on his lower lip as his golden eyes stare into yours.

"Is that enough?" He asks breathlessly, his own cheeks heating up as you are already as red as a beautiful rose. "I-I..." you stutter, struggling to arrange your words.

"It's still not enough, I see."

You gasp, "Wait-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he presses his lips against yours once again. His hands move from your nape to your waist, pulling you closer, earning a gasp from you, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He tastes every inch of your mouth as he turns your bodies around so that your back is against the desk. His hand on your waist moves onto your desk, trapping you as he kisses you passionately.

After what seems like forever, he finally pulls away. He looks over to the door before looking back at you. "Seems like the other students are still not coming back," he hums. "I've been waiting to do this since our first year," he mutters, his thumb brushes against your lower lip. His eyes stare into yours as he leans in, hungry for more.

The moment the sentence escapes his lips, you figure, that him, too, has fallen ever since your first encounter.

BYE

[elitadream]

🎆 Sing for Absolution: behind the scenes 🎆

Hello everyone, and welcome to this summary on how the story was visually built! If you happen to come across this post and would like to read (or reread) the collab @drones-of-innocence and I have created together, just click on the title above and it will take you right to it! 🤗

With that said, let's begin! :D

As some of you already know, this was an idea that Drones had for a long time. It was brought up during one of our many conversations a few months ago, in which she briefly described the plot and sent me a condensed version. I- immediately and completely fell in love with the concept, so much so that I couldn't keep still. 😂💘 I practically begged Drones to let me draw a few frames for it, and she happily gave me permission. At first, what I intended to do was make about 3 or 4 thumbnails, like I had done with One Step Closer.

I returned with 22.

And from there, we both decided "Okay. Yeah. Let's make this official. 🙌💯" LOL

What's interesting here is that, as you can see, some frames didn't make it to the final cut! 🤓 And inversely, new frames were eventually added as the collab progressed. Out of all the sketches that were either abandoned or later deemed superfluous, my personal favorite would probably have to be this shot of Kamek. 😈

From the rough thumbnails I had presented, Drones helped me select the best and most eloquent ones, and I also changed a few other things along the way. For example, one panel that was entirely redone was frame 3 (where Mario enters Peach's room), because the initial composition didn't allow for the reader to see the setting very clearly, and I felt that the establishing shot needed to be wider.

Many of the drawings were also ultimately flipped to give the visuals a more coherent direction and better flow, including this one!

I decided pretty early on that the palette should be made of cold hues, seeing as these events happen to take place at night and that a warm overlay wouldn't adequately have conveyed the more ominous and solemn tone of the story in my opinion. 🤔💁‍♀️

Oh! And I almost forgot: using cold colors for the backgrounds and characters was also very convenient because it helped make the magical effects (the fire, the spells, etc- all the bright, warm and/or complementary nuances) really stand out, which resulted in a more interesting and visually striking contrast overall. 😌🎨

As I do with all my illustrations, I started by cleaning the sketches and adding a unifying background filler for all the frames. Then, I selected the colors I wanted to use (a gradient made of a mix of navy blue and purple) and worked on each drawing individually. Even with simple tones, we can observe the sheer difference that shading makes! 👀😉

There's a visual element that appears in the story and which I had borrowed from Drones before, and that would be Peach's healing magic.^^ ✨ I remember I was fascinated by the idea when I first discovered it in Un Fiore Per Te, which had prompted me to ask her if I could feature it in a piece where the Princess is seen using said power while at Mario's bedside in one of my other tangents. 💞

I kept the effect similar on purpose in Sing for Absolution, so that the slight reference would be easier to catch! 😊

And last but not least, there's that cheeky little Fire Flower! 🤭🔥

As mentioned in a previous ask, the flower actually signifies a lot in this case as it somewhat embodies the deeply affectionate bond between Mario and Peach, glowing brighter and closing its eyes in happiness when the two are close. 💖

While admittedly not the first drawing I made in which a Fire Flower appears, the one that actually inspired both Drones and I to include this symbolic power-up in the story was one that I made all the way back in February for Valentine's Day. 🥰 The subtle yet direct reference can be spotted twice in the text, linking this piece to the collab and establishing a bit of a chronology as well. I was very honored that Drones added this small detail, and I very much look forward to working on more ideas with her in the future! 😁🤝

Big thanks once again to all of you dear friends and followers who have commented and given their thoughts on this projects. Drones and I can't thank you guys enough for your interest and enthusiasm!! 😇💗

ALSO ALSO- I have shared here my visual side of the collab's progression, but Drones intends to give her own side of the story's development soon (explaining some of the themes and narrative elements a little more in depth), so make sure to stay tuned and check her blog as well! ^-^ 💫

[sunatooru]

I wanna be yours - insert your own (Haikyuu guys)

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Warnings: slight angst, love triangle, college setting towards end

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You were only 15 when you had your first heartbreak.

You watched as another girl confessed to him, hugging him tightly and voicing her affection.

You couldn’t hear anything but the scene was enough to gather tears in your eyes.

You remember returning to class and trying your hardest to push the tears back. You remember the bell ringing and classroom filling up and just a second before the teacher started, your best friend walked in. You would’ve usually smiled at him, telling him to sit down. But that day you couldn’t. You couldn’t even look at him. You couldn’t because your eyes were on the girl behind him. The girl who confessed.

It took some time to heal from the ache. You didn’t stop being friends but there was a gap growing. You felt like no matter how much you pushed your feelings down, they kept bubbling up again. You didn’t really see him with her but it was a topic you two never spoke about. And you didn’t know if you preferred it or not.

Years later you both entered the same college. It was a new environment but you were still best friends. But this was a chance to meet new people. A chance to maybe have your feelings reciprocated.

And then Valentine’s Day came around. You wasn’t expecting much. I mean there was a guy in class who flirted with you here and there but you didn’t think it was serious. And your best friend definitely got the attention you knew he would but you couldn’t be jealous at that. Not publicly anyways.

You went about your day but somehow a letter got into your hands. You opened it not thinking much. You saw your name and as you read the letter, you felt your heart jump at the words. Did someone really feel this way about me? Was I really worth being complimented and cherished?

Your mind started racing. Who could it be? This has to be a mistake? Did I open someone else’s confession letter?!

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even see who was walking towards you.

“Y/n”

“Oh, hey”

“Did you get it?”

“Get what?” You hesitated. Was it him?

“My letter. I know we haven’t spoken as much but I really like you and would love to take you out.”

You couldn’t believe it. The guy who would flirt with you was now asking you out. You thought back to the letter. There was nothing malicious in it. It was pure. It was beautiful. You watched his face for a bit, chewed your cheeks as you saw nervousness grow on his face. He was nice. He was handsome. And if what he wrote was true, then how could you deny him?

“I would love to go out.”

And that started your now almost 2 year relationship. You loved him. He was amazing. He treated you amazingly. You watched him play volleyball every week and cheer him on. And he would go and do whatever you wanted, even if it was just to watch a silly show with snacks. You never thought you would have a relationship like this. It was fun and loving. Your boyfriend even became friends with your best friend. You did find it a little awkward, but they actually ended up being closer than you thought. You never told your boyfriend about the crush you had on your best friend. It was old news. You had him now and you two were doing great.

It’s exam season and you’re all struggling to catch up on the reading. You and your boyfriend would usually study together, which was you studying as he was a sport major, but you decided to ask your best friend if he wanted to study with you guys for once. Your best friend studied something much harder and you knew how studying with him might be distracting, so you never asked. Which wasn’t a problem to either of you.

You all read and wrote your notes. Walking around every few minutes for a break. Packets of snacks were everywhere.

“Babe, you’re suppose to be training for the weekend?! You can’t eat all my snacks!” You joked to your boyfriend, laughing as he pouted with a biscuit shoved in his mouth.

Your boyfriend had to leave for training, leaving you and your best friend to cram a bit more before calling it a day.

“Hey, I know it’s a different subject but could you check this for me?” He asked you, handing over his notes and pointing at the answer.

You froze as your stared at his notes. What?

You read the whole page. Once. Twice. Three times.

This couldn’t be.

“Maybe write it again here. Sorry, it’s a little messy with the rest of the notes.” You gave him another sheet and watched as he started writing.

He left soon after, waving bye and good luck for the exam. But that wasn’t even in your head. You ran to the sheet you gave him to write on. Grabbing it and start digging into your wardrobe until you found what you were looking for. You read it over and over. Analysing it until you were sure.

It was the same.

It was the same handwriting. Why hadn’t you noticed before? Were you trying to block it out?

You stare at the letter you got almost two years ago and the sheet your best friend wrote on.

He wrote that letter. He wrote the letter that made you feel seen and loved.

The person you was in love with at 15, loved you back. But now you’re with someone else and he’s been watching you over the last two years being held by another guy, wishing how he just wanted to be yours. Secrets he’s been holding in his heart. Secrets harder than he thought he could hold. Thinking I just wanna be yours.

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Was this predictable? Trying to get back into writing and got inspo last night after listening to arctic monkeys. I see two haikyuu boys in this guy would love to know who you imagine they are. Feedback always appreciated x

[nipuni]

Some various lighthearted life updates 🏃‍♀️

It's been a very busy last few months! in a good way mostly. We had a friend visiting us from overseas so we showed him around the city and took him to all our favourite places. We also met new people and were invited to a bunch of events so it's been very fun! We are all out of social battery tho so now we are slowing down a bit and getting back to work. Nicolas is on a short work trip to Berlin and I'm back to painting. We also started running! aaand we are also back to watching a bunch of shows and to me talking about it here to like five people 😌

Under the cut cause it's a lot as usual!

We finished watching S13 of Doctor Who! (we still have the specials to go but after that we are all caught up!) I haven't updated in ages so here are lot of opinions!

We really did not enjoy S11 😞 I was aware it wasn't very popular but we were hoping it was for all the wrong reasons, sadly we found many to be valid. Some of the episodes were baffling, Rosa? Kerblam?! the writing of the whole season in general felt like a rushed school assignment. The first part of Spyfall was a strong start for the next season but that ending in the second part was really not it. We did love Sacha Dhawan's Master tho!! and we really love Jodie too, 13th is adorable and reminded us of Ten at times! Jodie is such a fantastic actress that it makes the quality of the writing and everything else around her even more frustrating 😫 S12 was an improvement in general. In the last few episodes It felt like the writing team suddenly remembered the companions could have a personality and agency lmao. Highlights for us were Spyfall one, Fugitive of the Judoon and Haunting of villa Diodati, tho we did also enjoy most other episodes of the season despite their issues.

The timeless child plot reveal felt a bit underwhelming? The idea on itself has potential but it felt mishandled (and it had a bit of a Moffat flavour to it? and not in a good way). I think it was meant to add more depth to the Doctor's lore but in a way it ends up having the opposite effect. Then the flux was just a complete mess. It read like a Marvel sort of plot, very comic book like which is alright I suppose if that is something you enjoy but it felt out of place. But mostly it was just way too much, it got out of hand. Anyway we still have the specials to watch! and I think the Master is in them so we are looking forward to it 🥰

We also watched Broadchurch!! and we LOVED it. We ended up binging all three seasons. Chibnall's writing on this is surprisingly great and Jodie's acting is spectacular she really shines here. Olivia and David are always brilliant!! honestly everyone's acting was amazing. This series had us both tearing up every five scenes. The direction and the music are outstanding. I could watch Hardy and Miller solve crimes forever I really love their chemistry and dynamic. We went into it expecting the usual detective fiction but it ended up being a whole study on grief with such a focus on family and community and trauma and a ton of touching interconnected character arcs, just really really good!!

Then we also watched Taking over the Asylum!! MAN we were not expecting to have our hearts wrung out like laundry by this!! We thought it was a lighthearted show!! GOD we are still not over it, what the fuck!! It was so good we loved it!! but we were not prepared lmao what do you mean 'the end'?? we'll be thinking of this for months, I was expecting an extra scene after the credits or something. Excellent characters, refreshing depictions of mental illness and trauma and so crushingly realistic. Every character is so loveable I really wish this was longer 😭

And our quest to watch everything with David Tennant on it continues. We watched Decoy Bride on Valentines day too and it was terrible but such a hilarious fever dream kind of bad that it was fun, it has David on it and he never disappoints. I feel so lucky that Nicolas and I are both in love with him, get yourself a man who shares your celebrity crushes lmao it's so fun!! We feel like teens again chatting about him and drawing little hearts next to his pictures haha 🥰 We watched the BAFTAs just for him and speaking of the baftas!! I was not expecting that last drawing of his outfits to get that much attention oh my god 😭 thank you!! you are all insane and I appreciate it so much!! and thank you for all the support in general, about my art and photos and just everything. I feel very lucky and grateful 😭 anyway I'll end this before I get sappy, that is all for now! I hope this week is kind to you all, I'll be sharing some more art soon 😊

[boba-beom]

❦ With You | K.TH

pairing: taehyun x f!reader

genre: fluff, bestfriends to lovers | oneshot

warning(s): senior year high school, set in 1984, relationship to be established, confessions, ft. the rest of txt, taehyun’s a lil nervous <3, yn a little bold, kisses.

summary: before the school term comes to a close for the festive holidays, your best friend of four years had asked you to go to the winter ball with him. however, there’s one more thing he wants to tell you.

wc: 2.3k

note: inspired by the last scene in s2 ep9 of stranger things. and the song ‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police was perfect after I remembered taehyun talking about it and playing it on one of his vlives at the time :’) this was also written a while ago but I edited it a little and wanted to post this as my last taehyun fic to end tyun month :> thank you again @fairybinie for beta reading and for the advice 🫶🏼

SHORT PLAYLIST (recommended)

the hazy, vertical streaks from the moonlight passes through the open blinds, caressing over taehyun's face as his sister, hyunjae, straightens out the frills of his collar and adjusts the flimsy ribbon after. he turns his body, puffing in front of the mirror, loosening the tension and nervousness in his wrists, tilting his head left and right.

"aw, my not-so-little brother knows how to clean up well." hyunjae coos, lightly patting the top of his head.

"agh, you're gonna mess up my hair!" he swats her hands away, caving over his hair before fidgeting with the front pieces of his hair, making sure they would stay in place until he meets his date.

"so... are you gonna ask her today?"

the young male adjusts his outer coat, brows scrunching as he looks at his sister through the mirror, "ask who?"

"yn? aren't you going to ask her to dance with you tonight?" she sighs as she pinches the bridge of her nose, thinking how her brother could possibly be lacking in basic knowledge of making the first move—especially with his crush.

if there's one thing taehyun is good at, it's definitely being oblivious towards any female kind and their attempt to flirt with him. he's never dated, he's only confessed to one girl in middle school when he gifted her a heart-shaped box of chocolates. she accepted them, but refused to be his valentine, and since then he's never wanted to embarrass himself like that again.

"of course I'll ask her to dance with me. she's my date anyway, and I should tell her then..." he trails his words, thinking about what he would say once he finds the right moment later on in the evening, "I just hope a good song comes on." as cliché as that may sound.

hyunjae sees how anxious he is as he lets out a deep sigh. both their heads turn towards the open window from the sound of a car's triple beep in front of their house. the loud noise was soon followed by a few male voices shouting out his name, almost chant-like.

"good luck, 'lil man." hyunjae reaches out to pat his hair once again, but misses as he ducks and opens the front door.

"ayeeee, someone looks dashing tonight!" beomgyu screams with the upper half of his body out of the window. the other three males starts cheering and whistling as taehyun approaches the car with long, confident strides.

opening the door behind the driver's seat, he sits comfortably as he looks at the rest of them, "not too shabby yourselves guys." he chuckles, buckling his seatbelt.

"how are we feeling, boys?" yeonjun laughs, excitement clear in his voice. he briefly locks eyes with taehyun through the rear mirror, expecting him to answer the question.

"i just hope she doesn't reject me." taehyun speaks without hesitation. kai and beomgyu looks at him with their brows stitched together.

"are you kidding me? i'm sure she won't reject you, it's yn we're talking about." beomgyu sighs.

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"that you have to be really dense to think she has no interest in you." soobin butts in, looking back at him from the passenger seat.

"he's book smart, just not girl smart." kai joins in.

"okay, okay. that's enough guys. i'm sure our boy can manage." yeonjun cuts off their bombarding banter towards taehyun.

taehyun rolls his eyes at his friends' continuous teasing, completely ignoring yeonjun. the topic for conversation slowly went round to each person—and about their dates—until they arrived at the venue for the winter ball.

the group of five made their way towards the entrance, keeping their eyes out for their dates. it was convenient that majority of their dates arrived together, as expected when asking people from the same friend-group. taehyun watches his friends greet their dates and entering in with linked arms, their outfits complimenting each other's nicely.

"we're gonna go ahead." soobin firmly pats taehyun's shoulder as he nods in response.

a few minutes passes by and taehyun is still standing by the entrance, yet his posture never fails him. he looks down at the cuffs of his black dress shirt, adjusting them out of restlessness, in the hopes he hasn't been turned down.

"taehyun? sorry i'm late." a soft voice speaks.

from the cuffs of his sleeves, he sees a shiny pair of white, mary jane pumps pointing towards him in his line of vision, less than half a meter away from his own black, dress shoes.

lifting his head slowly, his eyes travel up the figure in front of him; skin-toned stockings visible until the thin layer of white chiffon material just about lingers by the knees. he looks up to admire you in your entirety, a sweetheart neckline accentuating the length of your neck with a dainty pearl necklace sitting prettily at the base of your neck.

"yn," his voice almost breathless, "you look beautiful."

you chuckle at his compliment, looking down at the ground before your fingers subconsciously fiddles with the pearl strap of your purse.

"you don't look too bad either, kang."

he smiles at your implied compliment, holding out his arm for you to take, "shall we?"

as soon as the both of you walk through the tinsel curtain, you're met with snowflake-shaped lights projecting on the ground. your peers' arms are linked with their dates while they meet up in groups and you do the same.

you meet with a few friends, separating yourself from taehyun while he went to see his friends too. long conversations were made, and pictures were taken at the open photo booth that the school had hired for the evening. there were props and multiple photos could be taken so you were willing to try it out.

taehyun is sitting at his designated seat on the same table as his friends, locking eyes with you for a split second from across the room before you start making your way through the sea of students.

as you make a bee-line towards him, your eyes are trained on him, getting closer and closer. his side profile was stunning; his sharp jawline in full display as he slightly leans over the table to talk to yeonjun opposite him, and with every laugh, you saw the occasional appearance of his sharp canines which showcased his dimple.

in your four years of high school, you never found anyone just as handsome as kang taehyun himself. and you granted yourself lucky to have him as your best friend.

you approach his seat, resting a light hand on his shoulder until the boys stopped talking, causing taehyun to look up at you.

"hey, want to take a photo together over at the photo booth with me?" the freckles of light from the disco ball sparkles over your face, looking almost angelic as he gets up on his feet.

"that's our boy!"

"go taehyun!"

you hear beomgyu and kai exclaim along with the others as you take ahold of taehyun's hand in yours. taehyun could only pray that you don't look back at him because only then would you see how enamoured he is by you. the heat from his cheeks quickly spread and made its way to the tips of his ears—he's in too deep.

opening the curtains to the photo booth, he picks up a white feather boa and loosely twirls it around your neck accompanied with a quiet laugh from you. in return, you pick up a black masquerade mask for him to wear, only making his full attire look more complete than it already was.

you continue shuffling, making sure you were in the middle of the photo booth, "come closer." you speak up, gently tugging on his sleeve making him shuffle closer to you until he reluctantly resorted to resting his hand on the small of your back.

"i- is this okay?" taehyun was always wary of his hand placements, you knew that and you were more than comfortable with being this close to him.

"perfect, these photos are gonna look really nice." you're smiling at the photographer, posing your wrist as you splay your palm open and the end of the boa hanging off it. all while taehyun looks at you in awe. you've always been one to try new things, even putting yourself out there and not giving a single care to what people think of you. he found that quality admirable, really.

after a few more pictures were taken, and keeping the same props, it was time for the last photo.

"tyun, look at me." you whisper.

he turns his head to face you, your faces within centimetres apart until your noses brushed against each other. you hold the end of his chin still with your index finger and your thumb, closing your eyes, he mimics you until you feel the softness of his lips against yours, it was almost euphoric.

you just kissed your best friend.

the sound of the photographer snapping the last shot interrupted the momentary trance you were both in, the flash visible through your eyelids.

"we'll get them later, let's go." you pull back and hold his hand again. he was trailing after you while you make your way towards the bowl of fruit punch.

"so how did your photos go?" beomgyu comes into view beside you, passing the both of you already full cups of the punch.

taehyun stays silent, taking a sip from the drink while his other hand is still holding yours.

"it was fun, i think you should try it out. i heard there's more props if you ask the photographer." you take a sip from the drink, keeping eye contact with beomgyu while you watch his eyes flick back and forth between you and your date.

"if you say so," he says, walking away with a small smile tugging at his lips.

a new song fills the room, a song that only released last year. you remember hearing it a few times on your parents' radio and it being one of the most replayed songs since it was released. your peers and their partners gather onto the dance floor, girls with their arms draped over their date's shoulder, and some guys nervously resting their hands on their date's waist.

perfect. taehyun clears his throat before taking away your cup and placing both of them down on the closest table. he lifts a hand up, the other tucked behind his back as he asks, "yn, would you perhaps want to dance with me?"

you observe the way he's slightly bowing in front of you, your heart fluttering in your chest from his chivalrous gesture. "perhaps I do, kang." you say as you accept his hand, leading you onto the empty spot on the dance floor.

the lights dimmed down a little more than before, only the ambient lighting from the decorations and the disco ball reflected onto your faces. taehyun's hands were fumbling with the material around your waist, you could tell he was nervous but you wanted him to be comfortable with you like he always is. the only difference this time is that you're both dressed up and he hardly ever sees you dressed up.

"hey, ease into it. left then right, remember?" you reassure him after he visited your house one time and your older brother teased you about dancing with taehyun. your mother made sure to teach both of you the basics.

you hold onto one of his hands on your waist, letting his palm relax against you then letting go and bringing yourself closer so you could rest and bend your elbows over his shoulder, your temples leaning against each other.

a couple of minutes into the slow dancing made you feel so weightless. the strong scent of his cologne lingering by your nose, his soft and controlled breathing in front of you just felt so comforting. your faces were centimetres apart, no different than before, but both your eyes were briefly shut.

"yn?" taehyun speaks up softly, and you hum back in response. "there's something i've been meaning to tell you."

"mhm? and what is that?" you pull back to look at one of the features you love on his face. it's just one of those instances where you capture how his eyes could quite literally encapsulate the entire galaxy if possible.

"as a best friend, you're amazing, truly." he starts. you huff out an airy chuckle with your fixed attention on him. "but I want to get to know you beyond that. I really like you, yn. more than words could ever explain."

your eyes soften from his confession, knowing this was your best friend since freshman year and without a doubt, you were feeling quite the same.

"can i be your boyfriend?" he asks, head slightly tilting down to read your expression.

you pull him towards you, closing the proximity until your lips were just about grazing against each other. "i would love you to be my boyfriend, kang taehyun." you whisper before closing the gap and giving him a longer kiss than at the photo booth. he securely wraps his arms around your waist, chests colliding until your lips part.

"you really thought after i kissed you back there i'd say no?" you nudge his shoulder, catching his cheeks flush the smallest pink hues you could see.

"i really wasn't sure what that was, but if it's a kiss from you then i don't really mind." he shrugs nonchalantly.

"so i could say no as long as i give you kisses?" you tease him back.

"well... not quite, i want both." he shyly smiles with his dimples caving in his cheeks.

you peck his cheek in response to comment, "you really are cute, kang taehyun."

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[heartkyeom]

perfect timing

chwe hansol x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

tag list: @weakforsvt @junhui-recs @rasparagus @just-here-to-read-01 @baekhyunstruly @enhacolor @yourfavoritefreakyhan @todorokiskitten

warnings: best friends to lovers, mentions of female anatomy, oral sex

notes: hi remember that valentine's thing I made y'all vote on? yeah this is that! this is two weeks late but ... she's still cute! I hope you enjoy it

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Vernon mumbles.

“You paused the movie,” You smack his chest lightly before turning your head back to face the screen.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He chuckles and finds the remote on his side of the couch and unpauses it quickly. 

You were both typically able to keep your annual Valentine’s Day movie nights lighthearted, and tonight was no different. You would both choose an iconic romantic comedy to watch with tons of snacks and, as you got older, plenty of alcohol to help you process the absurd plot lines and outdated jokes. 

For years, it helped distract the both of you from the suffocating corniness of the holiday. It originated as a way to forget your high school exes that managed to break both of your hearts right before Valentine’s Day in junior year. 

Now, it serves as a chance to set aside your responsibilities to spend quality time with each other. 

As the movie crawls on, you both get progressively more drunk until you’re only paying attention to each other. 

You’ve somehow sat yourself on his lap, pulled against his chest with his arms wrapped around your middle. 

The sensation of his fingers rubbing against your hand with his breath lightly fanning your neck leaves you far more relaxed than you originally intended. 

“Fuck,” You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You ok?” That raspy voice of his doesn’t help at all, sending butterflies straight to the pit of your stomach.

It’s moments like this where you’re certain that you’re in love with your best friend. 

You can avoid confronting those feelings most times when you’re not thinking too hard about it, but when you remember the intimacy that’s worked its way into your relationship over the years, it becomes hard to ignore.

You’ve cuddled with him endless times, but this feels unlike anything you’ve done before. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You shake your head to attempt to force the thought out of your mind. 

“Doesn’t sound like it,” He scoffs. 

“The movie’s almost over, we can talk about it then,” You deflect once again.

“Okay,” You’re grateful that he leaves it alone, focusing his attention back to the screen. You weren’t exactly lying, you knew there were only a few scenes left even in your intoxicated state. 

The final kiss plays on screen and your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You were so close to admitting the truth that it almost left you feeling sick. 

Once the credits roll, he pauses the movie and calls your attention with a gentle hand on your hip. You reluctantly turn around in his grasp and he immediately picks up on your discomfort. 

“It’s okay, love. It’s just me,” His voice lowers to invite you to share. His eyes are so forgiving, that nickname was reserved only for the moments where he needed to be vulnerable with you. 

“I love you,” You say it without thinking. His face remains unchanged.

“I love you too, what’s the matter?” He asks, slightly oblivious to your tone of voice.

“No, Vernon, I love you,” You emphasize quietly, “and I have for a long time.”

“Oh,” He goes quiet. You’re always nervous watching Vernon contemplate his thoughts. He’s always been quite expressive, so seeing him process your statement starts to plant seeds of doubt in your mind.

It’s worse knowing that he’s tipsy as well, but it doesn’t seem to impact his train of thought very much when he locks eyes with you.

“Well, I really love you too,” He offers his hand to you, you grab it without hesitating. He fights a smile, but gives in once he sees your reaction, a mix of surprise and relief that he finds incredibly endearing. 

 “I didn’t think we’d ever get to tell each other that,” He avoids your eye contact with a short smile before looking at you again.

Of course, you’ve both said I love you to each other countless times, knowing that your love for each other has been evolving into something so distinct and fulfilling. It’s often unspeakable, laid out in spontaneous late night road trips, deep talks, holding each other accountable for your individual fuck ups, and countless other events that have kept your heart full.

“Me neither. Sorry it took me so long,” You admit sheepishly. 

“Well, you were brave enough to actually tell me, so don’t worry about it. I was probably just gonna die without saying anything.”

“Vernon, come on,” You try to laugh it off with a playful hit to his chest.

“I’m serious,” He insists, adjusting you on his lap by tightening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. It’s as if your dynamic shifted in an instant.

“I just always figured there would be someone else for you,” He sighs. He wasn’t exactly wrong, seeing as you’ve been in multiple relationships since you’ve first met. Since the last one ended only a few months ago, you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that these people were merely a stand-in to avoid thinking about being with Vernon. 

“That’s fair, but I always wanted you,” You affirm.

“Always?”

“Yes, shockingly, even when you had that weird middle part,” You recall his old hairstyle to his chagrin.

“You’re so mean for bringing that up,” He laughs and traps you in his arms further, pulling you into his chest until you fall on top of him.

“I’m sorry,” You giggle uncontrollably and surrender to his hold, causing him to lay you flat against the couch underneath him. Your mutual tension leaves him hesitant to touch you, but his hands eventually cup your cheeks and it already leaves you flustered. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans closer to your face, finally confronting you with the scene that you’ve dreamt of for ages. 

Vernon is going to kiss you and it’s completely real, the fanning of his breath against your lips brings you back to reality. 

You nudge your chin up slightly and it’s enough for him to close the gap between your lips, pressing against you gently. You can barely register it at first, but the taste of him leaves you breathless. 

You instinctively let him take the lead as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, gladly accepting him with a tilt of your head. He swallows the moans that you let out, absentmindedly moving his hand down until it settles underneath your shirt, resting on your breast. He gently rolls your nipple underneath his finger, forcing your head away from his mouth with a quiet whimper.

“Vernon, don’t tease,” You whine pathetically. He retreats his hand from underneath your shirt and chuckles at you.

“Feeling desperate, love?” He teases you yet again, rubbing your hip with a quiet ease. You can only nod and adjust yourself underneath him, your brain can barely catch up to the desire of your body.

“Let’s take care of that then.”

--

“Fuck, Vernon,” You moan wantonly, eyes falling shut at the sensation of his mouth on your clit. Your energy is steadily waning, but Vernon’s stamina has kept you in the saddle longer than you expected. 

Your escapades had made it to his bedroom, and he wasted no time spreading your legs open to access your dripping cunt. Your first orgasm was explosive, you held his head against your entrance despite how painfully good it felt. 

His tongue doesn’t hold back as it prods your entrance without stopping, giving you no time to pull back.

You can already feel your second orgasm building in your stomach, and you let yourself whine louder than before. 

He raises his head and moves his thumb to your clit, massaging it faster than you could process.  “Come on, baby, you can give me another one,” He mumbles, keeping his eyes focused between your thighs. 

“I’m so close,” You whine with a hint of exhaustion in your voice. Vernon senses the tension in your voice and places two fingers inside you without warning, forcing a guttural moan from the back of your throat.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, his fingers working you open steadily while his other hand keeps your clit stimulated.

It’s a perfect storm, letting you whine louder and louder until you can’t stay quiet anymore.

“I’m gonna cum, please,” Your voice tapers off into a whine, you can barely focus on anything except the heat pooling between your legs and the sensation of Vernon’s touch against your skin. 

“Cum for me, beautiful,” He encourages you and it’s only a few more moments before you let go completely, cumming hard around his fingers as your back arches slightly off the bed. 

“Shit,” You slowly come to your senses and notice that Vernon is working you through your orgasm, fingers slowing down until you’re twitching underneath him.

You take a few deep breaths with your eyes closed before looking at him again. He seems willing to let you recover as long as possible, rubbing his hand gently on your thigh to slowly revive you.

“You were perfect,” He kisses the spot on your thigh that his hand has been protecting and slowly makes his way toward your face. 

“You think so?” Your brain is still foggy enough that you can only question your surroundings.

“Of course, you’re always perfect,” He seems nonchalant, but the way his fingers gently rub your cheek says otherwise. He’s fully lying next to you now, his head propped up by his hand. 

“Wanted you to fuck me, but I’m tired,” You rub your eyes as if to emphasize it and he helps you sit up, adjusting your pillow to prop your head up.

“We can do that tomorrow morning,” He giggles and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Promise?”

“I promise, now let’s get cleaned up, sleepyhead,” He eases you up completely off of the bed and leads you through your nighttime routine.

It’s different now, knowing how often he’s seen you do parts of it, but still knows the entire thing by heart and makes sure you don’t miss a single step. He finds your favorite shirt of his for you to wear to bed, internally knowing that his lingering scent will keep you relaxed. 

By the time you’re out of the bathroom, he’s made sure that you’re both completely sobered up. Once you’ve settled back into bed, you indulge him with some pillow talk that feels more natural than you expected.

Eventually, he lets you cuddle up to him before settling on his back. You’re nearly asleep when you hear him mumble into your ear.

“I love you.” 

You fall asleep knowing for certain that he’s the love of your life, and it’s not a question that the feeling is mutual.

[icyhottodo]

oblivious

genre: fluff, slight angst, f2l | pairing: shoto x gn reader

summary: you suddenly gain a secret admirer, and for the first time you see shoto, your childhood best friend suddenly drifts from you. why could this be?

warnings: food, jealousy, insecurity, reader not eating (doesn't go in-depth), mentions of endeavor and his questionable parenting, slight mention of injuries (like children doing dumb stuff) 

wc: 5.3k>

nini’s notes: i’m kind of bad at intros and transitions T-T, so i hope this is decent! this was supposed to be a shoto secret admirer au but idk what happened…. happy valentines day!

you and shoto are two peas in a pod, both of you being glued to the hip basically since birth. even though shoto was not allowed to make friends throughout his infant years, he was lucky to meet you. you’re the child of a parent who is really good friends with endeavor. so endeavor made an exception and allowed shoto to make friends with you. 

you don't remember how your first encounter with him went, but you held your precious memories of having sleepovers at the todoroki’s or even baking cakes with his mother with the dual-haired man. 

-

shoto and you randomly decided to make a christmas red velvet-themed cake since the holiday was coming right around the corner. having shoto’s mother, rei go a quick trip to the grocery store for box cake mix, funfetti frosting, and christmas sprinkles just for the two of you.

still being seven years old, shoto decided not to read the instructions, declaring that baking wouldn’t be fun if they were to follow the rules. so shoto went for it, with no thought. he poured the cake mix onto the bowl until there wasn’t a single drop of cake mix left. afterward, he grabbed a carton of milk and two eggs from the fridge. todoroki gave you the two eggs for you to crack while he would randomly pour the milk, only stopping until he seemed content with the texture of the batter.

todoroki looked up to gaze at you, he quickly noticed a smidge of the red cake mix on the corner of your lips as a result of you grabbing a finger-full of the batter, taste-testing if the cake was good or not. when shoto got the thumbs up from you, he held up the bowl and poured the batter onto what it seems, multiple small heart-shaped cake molds.

now you see, rei would have bought a christmas themed cake mold, like a santa or even a tree-baking dish but shoto was too persistent on using heart-shaped ones.

shoto’s mother watched over the two of you to make sure you two wouldn’t light the house on fire or whatever the sort. although, she was not stopping shoto when he poured an unnecessary amount of three cups of milk when he wasn't supposed to. she was smiling fondly at the scene until in a blink of an eye, the kitchen and especially both you and shoto were almost fully covered with the cake batter. rei sighed at the mess that she would have to clean up later, but she quickly covered her face with a fond smile at both kids, who were wearing wide toothy smiles. as long as you two were having fun rei supposed.

“here you go y/n!” he exclaimed.

shoto proudly presented his decoration, what he showed you was one of the heart cakes. he previously refused to let you see one of the cakes he was decorating earlier, despite your constant trials to see what he was doing when you thought he was letting his guard down to only be disappointed. you audibly gasped at the surprise, feeling touched that todoroki made a special cake just for you.

there was only one color of frosting, a red frosting which had an even base coating, covering the whole cake. on top of the cake had white lettering with yellow and green sprinkles that were scattered all over the small cake. the words said nothing else aside from your name and the cute white hearts around your name.

feeling grateful for shoto’s small surprise, you carefully grabbed the cake in hopes of not dropping shoto’s carefully-made cake and excitedly kissed him on the cheek. making shoto flush bright red from your actions– nonetheless, grinning ear to ear.

“thank you todo!”

-

to shoto, you were his other half, he would always come to you whenever his father was being strict (more like abusive) like usual or if anything in the world was troubling him… or maybe he just wanted some attention from you. you are everything to him, so shoto always tries to protect you from anything that might hurt you, even the tiniest bit.

like this one time– you, todoroki, and a few other classmates were working on an art project back in your previous middle school. the project had to deal with crafting a building the class was learning about, so a hot glue gun was needed at this time. one of your classmates was gluing two pieces of cardboard together when somehow he accidentally dropped the glue gun, which coincidentally fell on your hands, the tip of the hot glue gun touching your bare skin.

while a glue gun may not be too hot for an adult, the glue gun still burned you as a child at that time, not having much heat tolerance. you hear your classmate profusely apologize for accidentally burning you, but you were too focused on the pain you just experienced, wincing in pain in response to their apologies.

“here, let me help you with that.” you hear shoto’s gentle voice as he walks up next to you.

todoroki used his ice quirk to cool the minor injury you were feeling. instantly, the pain along with the heat was gone, the only reminisce of anything odd was the small ice covering up the tiny burn. when todoroki saw a glimpse of pain on your face, he would never want you to experience such an emotion ever again. even though it was a minor injury.

-

you soon grew up crushing on shoto todoroki, your best friend. you think your infatuation started at the ripe age of eleven when you started your small crush on your best friend. 

it was like any normal day in your bedroom, shoto was laying down on your lap while scrolling through his phone and you were watching your favorite show on the television. you ran your fingers through his fluffy two-color hair, the soothing movements made todoroki slowly start to fall asleep. his breathing going lighter as each second passed, his body becoming limp in your arms.

“you hungry shoto?” you asked delicately, still running your fingers through his hair.

when you didn't receive an answer, you looked down and noticed him sleeping. you smiled fondly at the sight, he trusted you so much to fall asleep on you. you soon found yourself staring at his features. his eyebrows are finally relaxed, compared to when he was awake, somehow always looking slightly angry despite his neutral stance. his slightly chubby cheeks were reducing each year you two grow older. and finally, his soft– yet still-chapped lips were parted slightly due to his slumber. slowly but surely, you started to lean closer and closer until you could feel his warm breath on your lips.

no. you stopped yourself. you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn't be thinking about kissing your best friend, especially when he's asleep. especially when you two are barely even eleven years old for goodness sake!

you reeled yourself away, deciding to gently kiss him instead. so you pecked a kiss on the left side of his forehead. when you are done, you start to lightly pull his body onto your pillow, making sure your soft blanket fully covers him. you slowly close your door to try not to wake up. when you were out of earshot, you briskly started walking to the kitchen. trying to find food to take your mind off your best friend and what had almost happened in that room. 

with that, your little crush quickly turned into an extremely huge crush, maybe even bordering the line of love. but you care for him, especially after all the traumatic events he went through. (not that you would care less if he hadn't gone through such things.) you shouldn't… you can’t confess to him, you wouldn’t dare risk losing your best friend. so you suppress your feelings for the calm man, content with being just friends with him.

-

once shoto heard the door close, he shot his eyes open instantly. 

what just happened? was all todoroki could think about. he can feel himself turn red with his interaction with you. were you just about to kiss him? your kiss on his scar? he felt his heart beat faster, todoroki was in denial. no that's just how they are. get over it shoto.

with that shoto went back to sleep, feeling inside giddy with his thoughts of you possibly kissing him.

-

a few years later, both you and shoto todoroki were able to land a spot at ua high school. coincidentally sharing the same hero course. shoto couldn’t live without you being in the same class as him.

todoroki, almost-aggressively opened the door to class 1-a, not purposely but he accidentally made his presence known. he instantly turned shy, he was not expecting all 1-a classmates’ eyes on him but quickly covered his flustered-ness up. shoto gestured for you to walk inside first to cover up his slight embarrassment. when you walked in, you felt an instant breeze, making you shiver. today at the u.a academy seems particularly colder than usual. you rubbed your arms together frantically while todoroki followed you shortly after.

“todo, is it just me, or is it freezing here?” 

you look around for your classmates, trying to see if anyone else was cold or if you were just crazy. luckily, you weren't, everyone else seemed to be freezing or even just slightly cold. that is, until you looked next to you, your best friend who seemed perfectly fine.

lucky. he can control being cold and hot. i wish. you thought in despair. without saying a word, todoroki took off his uniform jacket and placed it on top of your shoulders, so now you were wearing his sweater.

“stay on my left side,” he said, intertwining one of your hands, pulling you to his fire quirk side. 

he still did not pull his hand away even after he moved you to his warmer side. you were embraced by his warmth and immediately smelled a woody minty smell from the jacket he lent you. you felt your face heat up at his gesture, looking away at his boring heterochromatic eyes.

“thanks, todo.” you felt you were about to grin, but you fake coughed to try to cover up your smile.

these fleeting moments with todoroki shortly fled as you saw some of your classmates surround your desk. you were curious about what had happened until you saw a handmade paper rose and a small paper note on your designated desk.

a pretty flower for a pretty person. -s

s? you thought. the thoughts and feelings of the class being cold were instantly gone. there are a lot of people who have the letter s, whether it may be their first or last name. shinsou from general studies? mezo shoji or hanta sero, both being in the same class as you? heck, maybe even sensei shota aizawa. (although, that will be highly concerning. as he is your homeroom teacher.)

but who you instantly thought and kept coming back to who might be your new secret admirer is your best friend, shoto. he has the letter s in his name as well. although, those thoughts that the secret admirer might even be him, quickly shut down as your insecurities got the better of you. why would he ever like me?

“woahhh! y/n has a secret admirer! our y/n!” denki announced to the classroom.

everyone interested in your sudden love interest, let out a long ooh. (which was shortly stopped since katsuki bakugo yelled out “shut up you damn extras!”) your second closest friend, ochaco uraraka squealed and shook your shoulders.

“this is so cute! i wonder who it is from?” she exclaimed. her face and presence beaming at you, clearly excited about your potential love life.

once she lets you go, you reread the note over and over again. you were trying to decipher if you can recognize the penmanship or come up with who else has an s on their name.

your eyes glanced at todoroki who was still beside you. he was staring blankly at your small surprise like what he usually does, but this time his expression seemed a little different. what is he thinking about? normally, you would be able to read what he is thinking, shoto is usually an open book for you; suddenly becoming clouded, you didn't know whether to be concerned or not.

“i hope you guys aren't chatting when the class has already started.” your homeroom teacher, aizawa suddenly appeared in front of the class wearing his usual yellow sleeping bag. 

his strained eyes, messy black hair, and a slightly raspy voice. aizawa is not meant to take jokingly. you blinked once and everyone was in their seats, as if they never left it from the start, including you. aizawa took off his sleeping bag and started instructing.

“okay class, you will….” aizawa’s voice slowly faded as you were going into your daydream like usual. you stared at your flower and note.

pulling your daydreams away, you once again decided to look at your desk partner, todoroki who was already looking at you. flustered, you broke eye contact hastily, deciding it was better to focus on today’s agenda. too bad you looked away too fast because if you were to look one second longer, you would see todoroki’s slight smile and blush painted on his face. you caught him staring at you.

-

“class dismissed,” aizawa sensei announced, already putting on his yellow sleeping bag, ready to sleep on the spot.

“i'm so glad class is over!” 

uraraka came up to you before you or shoto even had a chance to go up to one another. you nodded, smiling when uraraka linked arms with you.

“i need to use the restroom! come with me please,” she asked, already pulling you away. knowing you're going to agree anyways.

you turned back at shoto, giving him a look, wordlessly saying you'll be back. shoto gave you a small smile, nodding. letting you know it is okay to go hang out with your other friends once in a while.

the walk to the girls' restroom is a bit short, the bathroom only being at the end of the hallway. while walking, uraraka decided to talk about your unexpected secret admirer.

“you know, if your secret admirer ever reveals themselves, i feel like todoroki would get protective of you.” she suddenly brings up a conversation about shoto.

“what?” you turned to the brown hair girl, looking extremely confused.

“why would sho be so protective of me?” 

you raised an eyebrow at your friend, questioning what she just commented. you thought that sho would be indifferent to the situation, like how he always is. 

“what do you mean sho will be protective?” you continued your questions, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“babe… you two act like lovesick high school sweethearts. when you're without him, he acts like a lost puppy looking for his owner. i feel like he would feel left out if your secret admirer ever decided to reveal themself.” she comments, while turning to look at you.

you two reach the women’s bathroom and uraraka walks in while you wait outside. you leaned against the wall, allowing you to gather your thoughts.

do we act like a couple? you didn't think anything was weird about your friendship with todoroki, you thought that your relationship with shoto is the same as any other friendship would be. you start to think back on your memories, trying to see what could have made you two look like a couple.

-

two memories stood out to you. 

one of them was going to every special holiday over the todoroki’s place. 

that day was the lunar new year. like always, you decided to stay over at shoto’s place to celebrate the new year. unlike the chinese tradition, which is to make tons of dumplings from scratch. instead, you and shoto decided to make soba from scratch alternatively.

making soba was quite easy in your opinion, making the uncooked noodles only after a few minutes of mixing the ingredients and making strips out of the dough. 

but suddenly, you feel a hot breath near your neck, making your body hairs stand up from the warmth and the closeness.

“no y/n, you knead the dough like this.” 

shoto’s tall body wrapped around you and hearing his voice so close to your ear made your body stand straight unconsciously. where todoroki positioned himself, it felt like he was embracing you. his hands took over your own to show you how to knead the dough properly, but you weren’t able to focus on shoto’s instructions. instead, you slightly turned your head to look at him. his shampoo scent was filling your nostrils due to him having gotten out of the shower. seeing the drops of water slowly dripping out of his hair, and hearing his steady breath. you felt your heart quickly pound faster, the words he was instructing sounded like music in your ears instead.

with your silence– todoroki noticed how you weren’t paying attention, catching you staring at his face. being placed in this situation felt like hours until todoroki finally decided to break the silence with a forced cough, causing him to pull away from the position he put himself in.

“do you understand?” he gives you his dazzling smile, reminding you of why your heart was beating loudly.

-

and the second memory– sleeping on the same bed when shoto was sleeping over.

shoto would always come to sleep over at your place whenever endeavor would push shoto past shoto’s limits. (and that was quite often.)

that day, shoto seemed even quieter than usual. it was one of the times he would keep whatever happened to himself rather than talk about it. which was okay for you, sometimes shoto would vent or just not talk at all.

soon the sun was quickly turning into nightfall, shoto gets up from your bed and goes to your dresser. he would always have a few extra outfits at your place due to him staying over quite frequently.

you didn’t know why but you felt your heart beat louder and your stomach drop. were you nervous or scared? you shouldn’t be, in the past–you two always shared the same bed when either of you slept over. what's so different about now? maybe it was because you finally realized your crush on shoto? 

wordlessly, shoto walks over to the bathroom once he grabs his pajamas. seeing shoto do this, you too decided to change, getting ready to sleep. choosing to change in your room, locking the door of course.

a short few minutes later, you saw yourself pulling up the covers of your bed up to your face when shoto walked in. quietly trudging over to your bed, shoto lifted your blanket. you saw shoto immediately rest his eyes from the warmth of your bed.

perhaps you should try to sleep like shoto. but no matter how much you tried, you still felt restless, turning your body side to side every five minutes– trying to find a position you were comfortable in. you turned to lean on your left side, where shoto was laying at.

his eyes were already opened, looking at you, “can’t sleep?”

all you did was nod once, causing shoto to wrap his arms around you, with your head in his chest. instantaneously, you felt sleepier and sleepier from shoto’s cuddling.

“you’re such a dork.” you heard a tender voice from shoto before fully falling asleep.

-

“maybe we do act like a couple…” you whispered to yourself in realization.

-

as the second day comes, like always– you would walk into class 1-a with todoroki. and similarly to yesterday, you noticed a little gift on your desk once again. but this time the present was a heart-shaped box of chocolates, with a note on top of your gift. 

this time the note said, ‘these chocolates are almost as sweet as you. -s’ 

the chocolates were surprising to you, these chocolates were your favorite brand of chocolates. you didn’t know how your secret admirer knew you liked this specific type of chocolate brand, but you were touched by how they knew such a little thing about you.

after reading your note, todoroki glanced at you and he noticed you smiling at your gift. honestly, he thought your gift was pretty creepy unless your secret admirer was one of your closest friends, and he doubts that your secret admirer was close to you. perhaps he is slightly jealous but he wouldn’t admit to that.

he crossed his arms and looked at your present with a grimace. before realizing what he was doing, he should be happy for you as your best friend. he felt sick in his stomach, what is this feeling? he thought to himself. shoto didn't like this feeling one bit.

the day goes by quickly like any other day, and shoto found himself laying in his traditional japanese bedroom. he layed in his bed uneasy, todoroki found himself overthinking. 

shoto seeing his best friend gain a sudden love interest felt like a sudden stop in his world. someone had a crush on you? what if you liked them back? what would that mean for him?

wait why am i worrying about this? i don’t like them right? shoto realized he was thinking too much about this situation like any other normal best friend would. shoto suddenly realizes how he started admiring the way you smell. the way your hair perfectly frames your face. how attractive you are and how kind you are to everyone. todoroki is finally realizing that he likes you.

but with that, all of the negative thoughts start to seep into todoroki’s mind. why would you ever like shoto back? perhaps you only thought of him as a childhood best friend. shoto didn’t like feeling overwhelmed with such emotions, he doesn’t want to feel these emotions. deciding it would be better to start avoiding you, in hopes his infatuation with you will die soon.

-

and slowly but surely, shoto starts to avoid you. instead of sitting next to you during lunch, he starts to sit across from you– until he finds excuses to not sit next to you for lunch. saying excuses like “sorry, midoriya needs my help in training. go eat without me. we’ll eat together another day.” but then shoto wouldn’t join you the day after, or the day after that, and the day after that, until he never joins at all.

you only started noticing todoroki’s weird behavior when he starts to walk to class on his own. but you weren't able to talk to him, when he catches sight of you, he would run away in a blink of an eye.

-

once, the 1-a class was sparring and training like normal and aizawa sensei had paired your… ex? best friend and you together. but once todoroki heard you two would be sparring together, shoto starts to put his hand over his stomach, clenching onto his pe uniform. you hear shoto make a small groan to top it all off.

“sensei… i don’t feel so good… perhaps i got food poisoning.” shoto grumbled out, his voice laced with pain.

but you knew he was acting, shoto would never explicitly say he was hurting in any way shape or form. why would he do it now?

hearing this, aizawa raised one of his eyebrows in suspicion but soon after rested his facial features, “alright, stay in your dorm for the rest of the day. but i expect you to participate tomorrow.”

and with that shoto left the gym, you stared at the door shoto left through even though the class had moved on. uraraka noticed this, she patted you on your shoulder giving you a pitiful smile. you sighed, carrying on to today’s lesson, giving uraraka a smile to show you were fine.

were you really fine though?

-

shortly after, you were fed up with shoto’s weird behavior, and you were frustrated. did you do something to hurt todoroki? to make him avoid you at all costs? your other friends start to notice your mood worsen as the weeks pass by with todoroki steer clear of you. you stopped gushing about your secret admirer, just silently putting their presents away in your bag. they finally couldn't stand this situation any longer when uraraka observed that they stopped eating in the cafeteria. 

you looked at your wallpaper– it was you two, smiling happily as shoto has his arm around your shoulders. your eyes start to tear up from this.

you heard a light knocking on your dorm room, hearing this–  you using your sleeves to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall, along with some that had already fallen. you quietly cleared your throat in hopes that your voice was normal and not raspy.

“come in.” you curtly said.

you see uraraka gently opening the door, holding a tray of your favorite comfort food to eat when you are feeling down, and she smiles at you. seeing this sight, your eyes quickly start to tear up once again, as if you never wiped your tears in the first place.

“i noticed you stopped eating. so i was starting to get worried, you wanna talk about it?” uraraka spoke, walking up to you to hug you after putting down the tray of food on a table.

“u-uraraka-” you stuttered, feeling the hot tears start to fall, fastly at that.

your knees felt wobbly until you fell on your knees onto the floor of your bedroom. uraraka falling gently with you.

“i miss him uraraka. i miss shoto so much and it hurts so badly.” you vented out, feeling uraraka softly patted you letting you know she was intently listening to you.

“did i hurt him in any way? did i say something hurtful? i don’t know but i miss my friend, shoto avoiding me feels like half of me was ripped apart.”

after ranting about todoroki to ochaco uraraka some more, you became tired from crying for so long and so hard.

-

now, uraraka isn’t the type of person to make a scene or spill her friend’s secrets, even if she felt the slightest bit of anger. so when she tucked you in your bed, she immediately stormed out of your room, and briskly walked to one of the men’s dorms, more specifically shoto todoroki’s room. with only one thing she is determined to do, and that is to give your best friend a piece of her mind.

todoroki looked up from the book he was currently reading when he heard harsh yet soft knocks to not wake anyone else up. shoto stood up from his tatami floor to open the door for his unexpecting guest.

“oh uraraka, why are you here?” todoroki queried, holding on to the door, still inside his room.

“may i go inside? it is a private matter and i don’t want anyone else to hear us.” uraraka spoke with a straight face, trying to not let the emotions get the better of her.

shoto moved behind the door and made space for uraraka to enter his room. wasting no time, uraraka went straight to the point of the reason why she was here.

“what is y/n to you?” uraraka questioned, narrowing her eyes at the dual quirk boy.

the said boy’s eyes widened, not expecting uraraka to mention you. he looked out the window, scratching his nape.

“they're my closest friend.” shoto didn’t particularly lie, he just didn't entirely tell the truth.

uraraka leaned closer to see any signs of deception or nervousness, she was still suspicious.

“look me in the eyes and say that again.” she ordered, still not convinced that all shoto thought of you, was just a close friend.

shoto got a bad feeling. he felt like if he were to lie again, he would dig an even deeper hole than he was already in.

“i think- i think i like them more than friends. but it’s complicated.” shoto hesitantly confessed, finally looking at the brown-haired girl, but still not making eye contact with her.

“man, you two are extremely oblivious sometimes.” uraraka let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, facepalming herself when she heard your best friend confess his liking towards you.

“do both of us a favor and don’t run away just because you feel emotions.”

with that, uraraka got up from the tatami floor and left without saying another word. oblivious? to what? shoto thought.

when shoto finally decided not to be a wuss about his feelings. the next day, he was going to apologize for his abnormal behavior. that is until you came up to him after class was dismissed and everyone had already left.

“im sorry shoto.” you let out, once you reached his desk.

“i’m not sure what i did but i know it must have been terrible for you to avoid me like this.” you look down at the floor feeling a lot of mixed emotions, shy, sad, and confused.

“i felt terrible these past few months without you todoroki. please, can i have my best friend back?”

he felt a pang of pain in his chest for two reasons, when you said his full last name, unlike saying his nickname which you always insist on saying no matter the circumstances. as well as shoto heard the two words, “best friend.” now is the time. shoto thought, finally deciding on confessing his crush to you, he didn’t want to hurt you or himself anymore.

“i am extremely madly in love with you y/n. it hurts me every time i saw that secret admirer of yours advance to you each day, to see you smile at their gifts. i thought it would be better to leave you alone, but i guess i was wrong. i’m so sorry.”

you were speechless for a while, you thought you were stuck in the friend zone forever, and there he stood. light pink was dusted on his cheeks and he fiddled with his thumbs, although it was concealed as you knew that he didn’t like to show his vulnerability at all. 

waiting for you to respond, he slowly started to show how nervous he was. he cleared his throat and began to open his mouth to say something.

“you don’t have to–”

and there he was, cut off by you, with a kiss. shoto’s heterochromatic eyes widened, seeing your pretty face up close, seeing your eyes closed as you slightly tilt your head to the side to get a feel of shoto’s lips better. you quickly pulled away shortly after with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“i like you too shoto todoroki and i would love to be your significant other.”

shoto can hear the love and endear in your voice when you said his name. he was in disbelief. after all this time, you liked him back. your reciprocation took him a minute to process what you had just said, but when he did a relieved and ecstatic smile started to be made on his face.

“oh also, never call me by my full name ever again.” 

and with that shoto gave you a bone-crushing hug, as if he hasn’t seen you in years. before giving you a passionate kiss on the lips.

i guess uraraka was right, we are both oblivious sometimes.

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

i found you | rúben dias

💘 synopsis: it's rúben's and isabella's first valentine's day together. warnings: fluff and gratuitous valentine-cute-themed smut becasue why not. (can be read as x reader cause i forgot to mention the oc name in the story) (this is a sequel to between the lines, but can be read as a standalone; since there's no actual smut in the original story, i figured i should give my oc a nice epilogue) (W.C. 1.5K)

Once upon a time, I was convinced that romantic love was nothing more than an annoying distraction. It was like a stubborn pebble in my shoe, constantly irritating me and diverting my focus from what truly mattered.

With great ambitions driving me forward, I embraced the life of a workaholic sports journalist. I'd dreamed of this career for as long as I could remember, and I was determined to make it to the top. Nothing and no one could derail the carefully plotted course I had set for myself. Or so I thought.

But then, love snuck up on me when I least expected it, turning my world upside down. I found myself falling for someone who challenged my carefully constructed plans and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.

As Valentine's Day approached, I reflected on how much had changed since that time when I thought love was nothing but a nuisance. Now, it is the very thing that brings color to my life. 

And as I prepared for a romantic dinner with the person who had stolen my heart, I felt nothing but gratefulness for the delightful chaos he had brought into my life.

We stepped into a cozy restaurant, the aroma of delicious food enveloped us, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Valentine's Day dinner with Rúben – it is still surreal, like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

We plopped down at our table, and Rúben dove into the menu like it was a puzzle. Couldn't help but poke fun at him.

"Can't make up your mind, huh? Let me guess, torn between the steak and the seafood pasta." I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

He glanced up, "Actually, I was thinking of going all in and ordering the entire dessert menu. You know, for research." He joked, his laughter contagious.

After dinner and a couple drinks, we decided to head back to Rúben's place. As we walked out of the restaurant, the crisp evening air hit us. We strolled side by side, our steps matching in rhythm, exchanging playful banter along the way. 

Eventually, we reached Rúben's apartment building, and he held the door open for me with a charming smile. I followed him inside. As we stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere shifted, a sense of excitement mingled with nerves. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, we both knew what was coming next.

The elevator ride felt like it lasted an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing floor. And when we finally reached Rúben's floor, the door to his apartment swung open, and we stepped inside. 

We stood there for a moment, taking in the scene before us, the air thick with anticipation. And as Rúben turned to face me, his eyes sparkling with desire, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.

"I'm so happy." He whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah?" I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "Well, there are plenty of ways you can show me just how happy."

"I'll do my best." He answered, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging inside me. 

The atmosphere was charged with electricity, every glance and touch sending jolts of excitement through my veins. Rúben's eyes sparkled with desire as he guided me further into the room, his hand warm against mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire between us. We lost ourselves in each other's embrace. This was where I belonged – in Rúben's arms, surrounded by love and desire.

We surrendered to the intensity of our connection. Rúben's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of my body as if committing it to memory, each touch igniting a new wave of desire within me.

With practiced ease, he lifted me off my feet, his strong arms holding me close as he carried me towards the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the sensation of being so close to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

As he gently lowered me onto the bed, our eyes locked in a silent promise of passion and devotion.

His kisses became more intense, I could hear the rhythm of his breathing growing more rapid. His fingers curled around my hips, pulling me closer, pushing me further onto him. I whimpered as pleasure surged through me.

His hands continued their journey southward, tracing the curves of my body with skillful precision. The look in his eyes told me he was feeling the same wild need I was.

I arched my back, grinding my hips against him, letting him feel my desire. And the sensations only intensified as he teased my clit with his tongue, coaxing it into bloom. With every touch, with my body under his mercy, the room around me began to spin.

He parted my legs with his knee and buried his face between them, moaning as he kissed my inner thighs. In that moment I realized I could reach orgasm with just his lips caressing my most intimate flesh. I lost control. I cried out as ecstasy overwhelmed me.

Without warning, his mouth descended on mine again, seeking out the sweetness of my lips, inserting one finger inside of me. Then another one. I cried out in delight, pushing myself deeper onto his digits. His fingers worked relentlessly at their task. I let go of my inhibitions and gave myself over to his expert ministrations, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

Finally, after several moments of total bliss, I collapsed under him, breathless and spent.

He pulled away and smiled, cupping my cheek tenderly, gazing deeply into my eyes. 

My eyes were heavy as I stared into his; dark pools that bore an intensity I'd never seen before. There was a strange expression on his face, a combination of curiosity and wonder. It didn't take me long to realize that he was looking at me with complete adoration.

Cuddling with him, I could feel just how hard he was, laying on top of me. I smiled, still feeling a bit shaky after such a harsh orgasm, and placed my hand on his member. He looked at me with wonder.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Mmm, not really." I admitted, rubbing the bulge tentatively.

"Maybe I should give you a rest first." He leaned forward and licked my earlobe playfully.

"Oh, but I've been dreaming about this all day." I breathed into his ear.

He whispered back, "Well, who am I to deny you your dreams?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, turning my knees weak. I reached up to pull him closer, craving the feel of his skin against mine. Then, before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

It was like he possessed me. With just one swift motion, he pushed me backwards, then pressed himself firmly against me. He let out a low moan as he lifted my leg higher, curling me around his waist, penetrating me with one forceful thrust. The sensation was incredible. He reached behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

As he slowly moved in and out of me, I heard the same soft sound of pleasure escape from both of us. I found myself getting lost in his deep brown eyes, forgetting where I was and everything else around me. My head fell back against his shoulder as he moved ever so slightly faster. It wasn't long before I came again.

But instead of slowing down or stopping, he picked up speed even more.

My heart raced as I surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me. With each powerful thrust, I felt myself edging closer to the brink of losing my mind, my body trembling with ecstasy.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his breath hot against my ear as he drove me to the edge and beyond. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin as I rode the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

And then, in a crescendo of bliss, we reached the pinnacle together, our cries of release mingling in the air. 

We lay entwined in each other's arms, spent and breathless. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense connection between us, binding us together. With him by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way, knowing that our love would always be our guiding light.

[crazykuroneko]

IWTV Fanfiction Recommendations 🫶

I think I have read enough IWTV fics now, so I will list the ones I've bookmarked. All Loustat unless stated otherwise. And since I limit the number of on-going fics I read, you will find mostly completed, one shots, or serialized one-shot fics here. ❤️ means personal favorite. (Also, I don't always remember the author's Tumblr username, so if you know the ones I didn't link, please tell me)

AMC IWTV-verse fics

on brûlera toutes les deux en enfer, mon ange by Tash_ka ❤️

An Episode 5 divergent AU where Lestat's protective side kicked in when he looked at Claudia when she came back. Perfect serotonin and great resolution. Read the sequel as well

outcast of all this night by @puentera

Armand/Daniel, after Daniel came home from Dubai. A must read for Devil's Minion enthusiasts imo. Love the travelling and Daniel's daughters. Check other titles under the series as well.

fear death by water (what the thunder said) by @lgbtiwtv

In which Louis decided not to go with Claudia after Ep 7 and tended to Lestat instead. Or "Louis Phantom Thread-ing Lestat" as I affectionately call it. Love the language and Louis' internal conflict.

The Unreleased Interviews of Louis de Pointe du Lac by @fablesdelightme

Aka "extra" interviews Louis did to accompany his interview in the show. Personally, it's hard for me to read first person POV, but author captures Louis' voice well. Nice to challenge your interpretation of the show. My personal favorite of the series is Light of My Life, or The Lullaby ❤️. I love the romanticism in the words. But overall, a very beautiful series. Not all is Loustat, so mind the tags.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same (modern loustat series) by @thefairylights ❤️

The modern rock star!Lestat AU we all need where Loustat (finally) see a therapist! A mix between show and book-verse' canon. A fun light read with the perfect amount of fluff and angst. My personal favorites from the series are There is an indentation in the shape of you, made your mark on me, a golden tattoo and Here lies a heart that feels touched by fire, howling at the moon for you.

The Right Regrets by @dreamofme9 ❤️

You want to cry while reading the longest most romantic sex scene ever? This is it. I mean, fr the internal conflict Louis is having and all the love he feels for both Lestat and Claudia is 🤌

Basically, all fics written by @amc-iwtv

She has my favorite "voice" for both Louis and Lestat it's insane. My favorites are Valentine Medley ❤️, Bed Death (Loumand, with Loustat in the shadow), Familiar Taste of Poison (this fic is basically half canon for me idc), Written In The Stars Above (a very hot '80s rock star Lestat AU) ❤️, God Complex (Crazy In Love) (that Ep 6 scene from Lestat's POV).

Is It Too Much? by @thatgothicgay ❤️

aka what if Louis didn't say yes at the church and Loustat somehow found a way to communicate better. Love how the series handle the show's conflicts. Has a lot of de Pointe du Lacs feels. The sequel is on-going and worth the wait.

My Companion Heart by @mythicaltzu ❤️

Vampiric modern AU with satisfying murder mystery. Love the ending and Louis' characterization here.

Let the Tale Seduce You by (again) @mythicaltzu

Very different and intriguing take on the "unreliable narrator".

All the Ashes in My Wake by jeremystollemyheart

In the spirit of erasing Talbot from the show 🫡, what if it's Louis who's there with Lestat during the TOTBT suicide attempt? Short, but beautiful

Whispers in my mind by @nalyra-dreaming

It's written for me but idc lol. Beautiful fic of Louis' internal conflict in trying to free himself from Lestat's shadow post-Rue Royale until he realizes everything crumbling down again

These devils of yours, they need love too by (again) @thefairylights

In which Louis finally asked Lestat to kill Antoinette for him when Claudia was still away but somehow found it didn't change anything for him. The angst towards the end 🤌

your mouth and madness by @brightfelon ❤️

A non-vampiric modern AU of four-way Lestat/Louis/Armand/Daniel polycule aka Thee Polycule fic. Idk how to describe it except (insert that Lady Gaga's talented, incredible, amazing etc etc gif here). I think we should pitch this fic to Rolin so he would produce a spin-off series based on this fr. Light read, fun, right amount of angst, yet still tackling the conflicts the characters face in the show

Book-verse fics

Begin Again by @licncourt

My first loustat fic I read. Good for show-audience who haven't read the books but want to know loustat's relationship in the book-verse. Set after QotD (3rd book)

Experimental Methods by @zisurru

Loustat experimenting with Fareed's invention and everything that comes with it 😏

A Collected History of The Vampire Lestat (1968-1978) by @mutantmouse

it's rare for me to read epistolary fic, but I enjoyed this. very unique, and Loustat is all over the place. A glam rock and non-vampiric, but not really human either AU

Questions at Midnight by @sofipitch

A canon compliant AU from Prince Lestat era. I have to admit I like the idea of Rose, and this explores that in relation to Loustat.

L' Interversion by @calipsan

An AU where Louis went to Paris after being turned into vampire by other, found Lestat, and turned him instead. You don't really need to know the book canon for this.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer.

Valentine's Day was one of those occasions that were fairly easy to forget about when one did not make plans for the day. Busy with your mundane, daily life you realized the date only when passing a store that advertised a "buy one get one free" sale on bouquets.

Some time ago maybe you'd felt lonely or insecure but having grown up, you learned that it was just another day. Not even all couples celebrate it. So you just went home, thinking about the discounted flowers and chocolates you'll be able to buy tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The apartment building was quiet as usual - no one unexpected coming in, no party-goers leaving. Sometimes it felt like you were living in a ghost town in the middle of Gotham City, as strange as it may sound.

At the end of the hallway was the door to your apartment. To your surprise, something was placed in front of them as if a package of some sort. You didn't remember ordering anything... Maybe the delivery guy couldn't get ahold of one of the neighbours?

Approaching the door, it became clear to you that it wasn't just a misplaced package; somebody meant to place it there:

Your first thought was that some lovesick fool got the address wrong but you had to change your mind upon further inspection of the envelope taped to your door - there was your name written on it.

"Weird," you calmly whispered to yourself. You weren't sure what to make of it so far.

Having ripped the envelope away from the door, you opened it to see the secret it held and it wasn't in any way surprising, especially in the given context: a card.

Its front was about as typical as Valentine cards get: red colour, a teddy bear holding a heart-shaped balloon and a cringy rhyme.

"A love so precious, a love so true, a love that comes from me to you," you read out loud. Why were supermarket cards always so cheesy? "What on Earth...?"

Naively, you looked around the hall in hopes of catching the smallest trail of the secret admirer. However, the corridor remained as before - quiet, deserted. Ghosts don't leave gifts for the living, so whoever left the flowers and card for you to find, must have done it shortly before your arrival.

Inside the card was another rhyme, although that one was actually a riddle:

"I have freedom from hate, but not from lies. I'm usually seen through clouded eyes. I come unexpectedly, though you wait for me all your life. I can't be bought yet some people try. What am I?"

"Wait all your life?" you repeated quietly to yourself. There was only one thing that fit the fairly vague description. "True love?"

With a weirdly mixed feeling in your chest, you put the card back inside the envelope and picked up the beautiful bouquet that lay at your doorstep:

Fresh sunflowers, gerberas and carnations - an array of warm colours that reminded one of the unbearably carefree lightness of summer days. Taking into account that it was Valentine's Day, roses would have been the more obvious, if not stereotypical, choice so whoever bought those flowers for you wanted to come off as thoughtful.

Among the orange, yellow and powdery pink flowers was another card, although this one was much smaller and had only one sentence scribbled on it in shabby handwriting:

"I can't fight this feeling any longer," you read. "REO Speedwagon fan, huh?"

A smile crept unto your face. You couldn't decide whether the mystery was creepy or heartwarming. Maybe both? In any case, you opened the door to your apartment and went inside, the flowers and the envelope in hand. Then, you couldn't help but quietly giggle to yourself - since when was your life a chick-flick?

He watched the whole scene play out, hiding in plain sight and none could be the wiser. It was a great risk on his part, really. Had you just looked out the window adjacent to your door, you would have been staring right into his dreamy eyes, clouded with an obsession for so long. You could have thrown out his gifts but no, you took them with you. Goodness gracious, you smiled at them! You obviously loved his offering of devotion! Now he knew he was able to have your heart the same way you've had his for weeks.

Eddie was gloating, triumphantly laughing at the unbelievable notion: that someone like you accepted love from someone like him.

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[catwrites9]

Valentine’s Day Santa

(Jack champion x reader) can be read as fem or gn. Use of they once to refer as reader.

A/n This is a random idea I thought of and also because I headcanon Jack to like flowers so yeah also I thought of this during Valentines day so yeah it’s been that long. I am kinda in writer's block but I’m gonna the requests I’m doing soon. Also this is my way of announcing that I’m now accepting requests for Jack Champion and Ethan Landry.

Warnings cussing, kissing?, possible bad grammar, punctuation, and spelling.

Also should I start using the use of y/n in my stories you can kinda tell I hid the name in this one.

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You and Jack both love to give each other random things like with him gifting you a funny hat most recently. But the only problem was your growing crush on him, you both met each other during the filming of Scream 6 having played his semi love interest that has to kill him which was fun for both of you when you had to film it. You wanted Jack to be your valentine but the whole problem is 1 you don’t even think he likes you 2 you don’t want to ruin your friendship for this if you can’t make it seem platonic and lastly 3 you don’t know if he has a valentine because you both haven’t had any scenes together because you’ve been doing the apartment scene over and over again because of difficulties.

It took a lot of courage and encouragement from both Mason and Jasmin because they were the ones who could just tell you had a crush on Jack and you could not even deny it because of all the proof they had. So you devised your plan with getting his favorite flowers and getting him a new skateboard because you remembered that he was trying to learn a trick and landed in the middle cracking the board in half. Then you grabbed his favorite candy and brought it all back to the trailers. You remember him telling you that he had filming till 2 pm today and that he was just going to be at his trailer all day. It was currently 2:15 pm so you decided to head over to his trailer giving him enough time to get to his trailer and that it takes about 5-10 minutes to get to his trailer. When you get to his trailer you stand in front of the door talking to yourself working the courage to knock on it. But of course the door opens revealing Jack in his Ethan clothing.

“Why are you talking to yourself outside my trailer and why do you have your hands behind your back?” Jack questioned pointing his finger behind you.

“Oh uh no reason” You said, straightening your posture.

He squinted his eyes then also straightened his posture. You both just stared at each other before he broke out of trance. He goes back to pointing at your back.

“Sooooooo are you going to show me what’s behind your back?” He asked, raising his right eyebrow.

“Well I uh wanted to as- give you something” that was a nice save by you.

“Well what is it”

I pull the skateboard out first, handing it to him. His eyes lighting up immediately, him jumping up and down.

“You rembered about my skateboard?” he said questioning but still jumping a little.

“Yes of course I did but that’s not all”

He widened his eyes as you pulled out his favorite candy. He takes it just staring at it with his mouth open.

“Ok this is the last thing” you said as he placed the stuff down to the left.

You pulled the flowers and card from behind you scared when he for when he reads the card.

He takes it and hugs you “Thank You so much I didn’t realize that you remembered this stuff.”

He pulled back, noticing the card, tilting his head a little pulling it from the flowers.

“From the Valintines day Santa,” he paused “Who the fuck is the Valitines day Santa” he said chucking.

“ Well I thought because Santa gives people gifts why not I be the Valentine's Day Santa because I’m giving you gifts?” The last part sounds more like a question than a statement.

He pulled out the card reading it, his eyes widened at a part. You're scared but you notice something on the back of the card, it says love the Valentine's day Santa like you put on it but then you see small lettering saying love Mason and Jasmin. Yep it’s just time to pack it all up and never talk to Jack because you sure as hell know what they said in that letter.

He knits his brows then looks at you “ You have a crush on me?” he asked, waiting for a response. But instead you just stutter.

“OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY” you both hear yelling behind you pulling you out of stuttering to reveal Jasmin yelling it.

“LIKE COME ON MAN MAKE A MOVE OR SOMETHING YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LIKE THEM SO JUST GO FOR IT!” Mason yelled from beside Jasmin.

You both blush as you look back at each other “I guess the cats out the bag” he said in a Disney channel voice shrugging his arms. You scrunch your face in cringe “That wasn’t a good joke?” He said blushing even more. You just simply shook your head no.

“Well I guess we both now know” you said looking down not able to keep eye contact with him.

He smiled and made you have eye contact.

“I guess we do both now know we crushes on eachother Valentines day Santa” you pull away from his hand cringing at the whole name you gave yourself.

“JUST KISS ALREADY MY POPCORN IS GETTING COLD” you look back seeing Devyn now next to them.

“When did you get there?” Jack said scratching the back of his head.

“Idk I just heard them yelling about kissing and I decided to watch” Devyn said going back to eating popcorn.

“Was the popcorn necessary?” you said, grabbing the bridge of your nose. All they did was nod.

“Why are y-“ you were cut off by Jack kissing you. It was short but passionate. He pulled back smiling then looking back at the three behind you making a ruckus. Devon was happy but handed Jasmin $20 because she bet that you would kiss first.

“WHY ARE YOU GUYS yelling?” Turning to the left seeing Jenna with a confused expression.

“THEY BOTH FINALLY KISSED” Mason yelled raising his two fists up and down.

“THEY BOTH FINNALY FUCKING KISSED AFTER SO-“ Jenna was cut off by another door opening revealing Melissa “Wait who’s kissing?” She questioned while leaning more to see who it was.“jack and-“ Jasmin started before mellisa saw you two “THEY FINALLY CAN STOP BEING PAINFULLY OBVIOUS ABOUT THEIR CRUSH NOW”

“ We were obvious,” Jack said, raising his arms, “and no one told us” you said right after him.

Josh came running over “Bro did they finally confess” Mason nodded his head “ thank god I could not take one more day of their painfully bad flirting on set.”

“Ouch” Jack said “ I thought my flirting was good”

“It wasn’t” you said as he looked at you with a fake hurt look and his hands on his heart.

“Anyways after we were RUDELY INTERRUPTED, yes Valentines day Santa I will be your valentine.”

And that’s how it started now two years later you both are as happy as ever living together with butters.

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W/n 1 I feel like the beginning I don’t like but I love then ending but now I’m in a slight Jack era of writing so yeah.👍

W/n 2 if you like my writing I would appreciate it if people request because it takes me so long to think of prompts.

[queenpiranhadon]

☾⎸⎸"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞" ⎸⎸☾

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!! You all voted in this poll, and I shall deliver. Have some fluffy Percabeth :). Also- this is based off of the one scene in the show- it doesn't spoil anything though. This is kinda short tho lmao. Here's my masterlist! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Uhh none, just fluff :)

Pairing(s): Percy x Annabeth

“Hey.” Percy’s voice is heard in the Athena Cabin as Annabeth perks up from her laptop, sitting up on her bunk. 

“Why are you in here Seaweed Brain?” she rolls her eyes, but the corners of her mouth can’t help but turn up at the sight of him.  

Percy grins sheepishly, running his hand through his hair before rummaging through his pockets. “Check it out- shoot wait wrong pocket- here.”  

He holds out two slips of paper, handing them to Annabeth, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet in excitement.  

Annabeth raises an eyebrow. “What exactly are these?” 

Percy’s grin stretches out wider, his happiness infectious, and Annabeth can’t help but smile at him too, though skeptical. 

“I made a promise to you, about a year or two ago. And I think it’s time I kept it.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Annabeth blinks in confusion. A promise? Percy made a lot of promises. How in the world was she supposed to remember one from two years ago? 

Percy grins wider as she finally reads the print on the two slips of paper. “Movie tickets...?” she asks, bewildered.  

She remembered now. It was back when they were both 12 years old, on the quest to retrieve the lightning bolt. She felt butterflies stirring in the pit of her stomach as her cheeks grew slightly warm. He cared. It made a warm feeling burst in her chest as she grinned at him. He remembered.  

“Surprise!” the son of Poseidon says, accompanied by some jazz hands, as he smiled brightly. 

And most importantly, he stayed. After everything they’d been through, he’d always stay. 

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“Woah.” was the only thing that exited Annabeth’s mouth as they entered the plush movie theatre, a looming screen, high ceilings, and cushy red seats lined in ascending rows. 

Percy winked, nudging her with his elbow.  

“We’re not in Kansas anymore.” 

[sotwk]

Behind the Scenes: SotWK's Writing Process

Welcome to a little "behind the scenes" of my attempts to keep my growing list of WIPS and story requests/ideas organized!

My Fic and HC Requests are (for the most part), always open, and open to Anons. Occasionally, I also invite requests in relation to writing events or games. Needless to say, I get quite a lot of requests, and I am both flattered and thrilled by that.

However, I also work full-time (albeit always in front of a computer), and I have two little kids (who attend preschool, whew), so I have much less time to focus on writing than most creators here.

But I love writing, and I love using it to make people happy even more. My rule is, I will accept any requests (that reasonably fall within my guidelines, but I can be flexible!) as long as you can wait patiently for me to deliver on them. I always give my best effort to make it worth your while, and I will never ignore your request or give up on it without checking with you first (yes, this includes Anons).

I have no wait list. I do not work on requests "in the order they were received". I work on whatever story speaks to and cooperates with me that day, and that means shuffling amongst up to five WIPs at a time. That's simply how my brain works, unfortunately.

All my fanfics / your requests are always, and forever will be, FREE. They're gifts I am honored to give.

I am constantly saying, "I'm working on it" or "It's on my list", and I would like to offer just a bit of proof of that. So, especially for those who have been waiting a long time (and those who might have to wait even longer), I present my Google Drive's Organized Chaos to show how I keep all those WIPs in check:

Drafts in Progress: Stories that are closest to completion, and the ones I am currently trying to focus on.

Drafts on Hold: Drafts that I have started, but have stalled, so they're on the back burner for now.

Headcanons: I usually draft my headcanon requests straight on Tumblr, but sometimes they go on here.

Ask Screenshots: Where I save Asks that I responded to/deleted, but I needed to save the text for the sake of notes. Also lovely Asks that I save for posterity.

Valentine Event: I received so many Asks for this event that it required its own folder.

Gifted Graphics: Always hoping for new contributions to this one! (not subtle enough?)

And now, for my Fic Tracker Spreadsheet, which tracks ALL Tolkien fics I write, both requests and my personal projects:

I redacted the "Requestor" column to preserve some surprises. I track the estimated "Status" aka percentage of completion as a way to motivate myself, because getting to that blessed 100% is the Holy Grail for me!

WIP: Every fic that's on the "front burner" and I'm actively fighting to complete.

Requests/Concepts: Contains details of all requests and ideas I have which will eventually jump into the WIP tab.

Valentine: Remember how I said I received so many responses to this event? Yeah. I'm still determined to finish them all, though!

To Read: Yup, I track all the fics of friends that I intent to read here, too. That's how important those are to me.

I truly hope all this info doesn't scare anyone off from sending in more requests! I hope this gives Readers/Followers a little more faith in me and show that I take all requests I receive very seriously. They are the most important part of what I do as a fanfic writer.

I may be slow, but I'm committed and determined!

If you have any questions about the above, or about your requests, I'm open! Please keep sending in requests! Thank you for your support and patience!

Link to my FANFIC REQUEST GUIDELINES

Tagging some of those folks who are currently waiting on requests: @quickslvxrr @laneynoir @ladyweaslette @scyllas-revenge @lathalea @g-m-kaye @absentmindeduniverse @aduialel @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @jordie-your-local-halfling @ladyk8tie @blueberryrock @the-phantom-of-arda @tamurilofrivendell @achromaticerebus @klytemnestra13 @glassgulls @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady @guardianofrivendell @a-burr-a-hobbit @literary-eclair