#like the way its just lowkey peeking out to say hello is adorable

[ffsg0jo]

@memosa

milah × suna - eachother's dumbass 🥰

'i'd sail the seven seas for you babe' 'no you wouldn't' 'you're right, i won't 😫'

[vannahfanfics]

A Queen and Her King Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff, Friendship Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Kairi, Riku

Hello, everyone! Here’s my second story for Day 3 of @sokaiweek​, this time for the prompt “Treasured Memories”! “A Queen and Her King” was just too cute not to follow up, so I hope everyone likes this story about how Sora and Kairi recall the cute little wedding years later! :)

Sora flopped onto his belly with a happy sigh, snuggling into the quilts and pillows lining the floor. He grimaced as something sharp poked him in the stomach, and he wiggled about until he pulled out one of Kairi’s stuffed animals, a teddy bear with a hard plastic nose. Shrugging, he cuddled it to his chest and settled back down into the little nest he’d made on Kairi’s floor. 

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve had a slumber party, huh?” Sora grinned, and Riku snorted from his spot in his sleeping bag. It was much neater than Sora’s mess of blankets and pillows, but Sora thought he was just being boring. Sora tossed a rabbit plush at him, but to his chagrin, Riku batted it away without even turning his face away from the manga he was reading. It was one of Kairi’s shoujos, but he was super into it— or maybe it was just because he hadn’t read manga in nearly two years and just wanted something to read.

“It’s a little weird when we’re our age, honestly,” Riku said, finally shutting the book and setting it to the side. He rested his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, which was littered with those plastic glow-in-the-dark stars that were kinda tacky but lowkey awesome. Feeling Sora’s pout, Riku turned to smirk at him. “I mean, look at us. It’s kinda creepy that we’re in a nest of sheets and teddy bears.” 

“I think you’re just a grumpus and I do not appreciate this attack on my good vibes,” Sora simpered with a waggle of his head, and Riku’s smirk quickly morphed into a disgusted frown. 

“Please stop picking up slang from Hayner. I’m very convinced he’s teaching you stuff that definitely is not how real people talk.” 

“Talk to the hand!” Sora huffed, presented his palm to his friend, who just rolled his eyes to go back to looking at the ceiling like the grumpus he was. Sora rolled onto his side to look up at Kairi, who was laying on her belly on her bed watching the two boys bicker with a wistful smile. “Kairi, do you think my slang is silly?” 

“Oh, not at all. I think you’re very hip, Sora.” 

“See? She thinks I’m hip,” Sora grinned triumphantly, looking back at his friend. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Riku droned without even pulling his gaze away from the ceiling, and Sora melted into his cuddly blanket with a whine. Riku chuckled at this, making Sora think that he just liked giving him a hard time, the big meaner. “Anyway, what are we supposed to do at this slumber party? Because Kairi, I’m sorry, but you are not giving me a makeover,” Riku said with a pointed look at the redhead, who laughed. 

“Don’t worry, you boys will leave my house make-up-free— although it is a shame, I’ve got some shades that would look so good on you.” 

“She could make those cheekbones pop, Riku,” Sora said, enunciating the “p” with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Riku responded with a loud laugh and threw the stuffed rabbit back at him. Unfortunately, Sora was not as dextrous as Riku, so his attempt to bat it away failed and it beamed him right in the forehead, its fluffy ears flapping into his eyes like cruel little bullets. It fell to the ground with a squeak, and Riku laughed at the surprised look on Sora’s face. 

Sora grabbed the bunny to throw it back at him. 

“Anyway,” Kairi laughed before the boys could tear apart her room throwing stuffed animals around, and Sora obediently cuddled the bunny, snuggling it right next to the teddy bear. “We’ve all been through a lot, but I thought this would be a good time for us to finally get together and talk about the good old days— our memories!” 

“Memories, huh?” Riku considered with a tilt of his head. He then grinned, and Sora just knew that look was trouble. “Do you remember the time you two got married?” 

Sora and Kairi wore identical expressions of alarm as they both screeched, “What?!” 

“Yeahhhhh,” Riku smirked, reveling in the power he held over them at that moment. “You had built a sandcastle, Kairi, and you were the queen, but me and Sora had an argument about who would be the queen. Sora was the one who actually brought up the whole marrying bit.” 

“Nuh-uh!” he insisted, even though he totally remembered it, and the blush creeping up from his neck betrayed it. Kairi was hugging her pillow, the only thing peeking over the top her wide blue eyes and her bright pink forehead. 

“Yeah-huh,” Riku shot back. He was very enthusiastic about the sleepover now that he was embarrassing them. “Anyways, Sora actually beat me and I married you two. Kairi, you were so happy you actually cried.” 

“Stop, no I did not,” she grumbled through her pillow. Now they couldn’t even see her face because she was squishing it in the pillow, probably to hide her blush. Sora tried to do the same with the teddy bear, but it wasn’t as effective, unfortunately. Growing frustrated with how easily Riku was embarrassing them, Sora sat up with a huff. 

“Okay, Riku, how about the time that a crab pinched you on the butt and you cried?!” he challenged. Riku’s smirk was wiped off his face in an instant, and the color drained out to leave him white as a sheet. “Oh, yeah, you even had the audacity to ask Kairi to kiss it for you!” 

“Ew, I remember that! I can’t believe you asked me to kiss your butt!” Kairi squealed, falling back onto her bed in a fit of laughter. Riku didn’t like that the situation had been turned around on him so quickly, so he wiggled down into his sleeping bag and zipped it up as a signal he was ending the conversation. Of course, he eventually came out and the conversation shifted, but he and Kairi made sure to mention that little gem any time they could. 

Riku chose his stories a bit more carefully after that. 

They stayed up into the wee hours of the night recounting memories of their childhood until they were just too tired to continue and passed out. Sora awoke with the dawn filtering in through Kairi’s window, as he was sprawled out on the floor at just the right angle for the sunbeams to spear right into his eyes. He rolled over with a sleepy groan, but his mind had always been too good at abandoning sleep. He found that it would not draw him back into its sweet embrace, and soon he was just lying there on the floor, cozy but awake. 

Eventually, he decided he was parched and dragged his sleepy butt out of the warm cocoon to shuffle to the bathroom. He filled up a few glasses of water to drink, and after his mouth didn’t feel like beach sand, he turned around— and found Kairi standing in the doorway, rubbing an eye sleepily and fisting her nightgown. 

“Sorry, Kairi, did I wake you?” 

Too tired to respond, she just gave him a shake of her head. He chuckled quietly as a few sprigs of her disarrayed hair fell into her face or sprang up in tall, curly cowlicks. She’d always had an impressive bedhead, even worse than Sora’s spikey nap. 

“Jus’ wanted some water too,” she smiled sleepily, so Sora offered the cup to her. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub while she drank from the sink. As she was taking a gulp, she suddenly snorted in laughter and sprayed the mirror with a mixture of spit and water. 

As Kairi leaned over the sink to snigger, Sora grinned, “Still laughing about Riku kissing your butt, huh?” 

“I can’t believe he asked that!” she giggled. They laughed about it for a while, and then they fell into a comfortable silence. After Kairi’s last drink, Sora kicked the wall of the tub with his heels. Truth be told, the kissing-butt story wasn’t the only memory that had been on his mind. 

“So… We really did that whole wedding thing when we were kids, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Kairi said, and he was relieved to see a pretty, nostalgic smile grace her lips. She turned around to lean against the sink, her hands clasped in front of her. “Yeah,” she said again, and the silence returned. Sora twiddled his thumbs, a pink haze appearing on his cheeks. Why had he even brought it up? So stupid… “It’s one of my most treasured memories,” she said suddenly, and Sora couldn’t help the way his mouth fell open. 

“What?” she laughed at his stupied expression. “You called me the most beautifulest girl that you’d ever met,” she smirked, and Sora had to hide his face in his hands to conceal the bright red shade that his face had turned. He peered through his fingers when he heard her moving, and she had stepped up to him, standing between his legs to gently rifle her fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. 

“Even though we don’t have crowns anymore… You’ve always been my king, Sora,” she murmured. In complete awe, Sora dropped his hands down onto his thighs and just stared at her with wide eyes. Hers flooded with tears and dripped down her cheeks, but she was smiling so jubilantly, so full of love, that he didn’t feel the need to wipe them away. “You said you would protect me… And you’ve kept that promise, all these years.” 

“Of course,” he said. “What kind of king would I be if I didn’t protect my queen?” She chuckled at that. He wrapped his arms around her middle, tugging her a little closer while she continued to play with his hair. He remembered then why he had said those things back then, the depths of his feelings for her. He looked up at her then, unable to stop himself from saying with all his heart, “I love you.” 

She stopped her ministrations in his hair, some of her fingers still tangled in the brown strands. It took her by surprise, he could tell from the way her eyes widened, and he worried for a second that maybe he had misconstrued her words. Then, her face softened, and she looked at him in pure and utter adoration. 

“I know. I love you too, Sora,” she said sweetly. Her hands slid out of his hair to cup his face, gently stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “I always have.” Sora smiled at this, reaching up to cup her face, too. He then pulled her face down, at first to press their foreheads together— but when his eyes fell to her sweet pink lips, he knew it was over. 

He couldn’t stop himself from guiding her into a sweet, chaste kiss. Kairi hummed against his mouth, which made his head swim in the best way. Of course, neither of them lasted long before they burst into snickers, totally ruining the moment. 

“You were thinking about—” 

“Yeah, Riku kissing my butt!” Kairi howled with laughter. Sora hung his head, admittedly feeling a little disappointed even though it was so funny. 

“I really hope I’m not gonna think about Riku kissing your butt each time I try to kiss you,” he sighed. 

“Me too,” Riku suddenly spoke up from the entrance to the bathroom, making them spring apart. Of course, Sora only could fall backwards into the tub— and he nearly pulled the shower curtain down with him, leaving him groaning and wrapped up in the shower curtain in the tub. Kairi just sprang into the sink, banging her hip, and was now doubled over clutching the bruised bone. Riku just laughed, then continued, “Yeah, please don’t think about me while you’re kissing, that’s just weird.” 

“Wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t done somethin’ so weird,” Sora whined. His body ached a little from his tumble, so he was just going to lie there in that shower curtain, thank you very much. “Actually, I wish you hadn’t, now you’ve ruined the moment, thanks.” 

“You ruined it by thinking about it.” 

“Can we stop talking about us kissing, please?” Kairi pleaded from behind her hands, which she was using to hide her bright pink blush. Sora finally crawled out of the bathtub and disentangled himself from the shower curtain. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled before giving Kairi a wan smile. She was still shielding her face, bits of red peeking out from between the gaps in her fingers. She was so cute, being bashful like that— it made Sora smile. 

“Well, now that we’re up…” he started, pausing to yawn and stretch his arms above his head, “how about we go get some breakfast?” 

“Yeah, breakfast would be nice,” Kairi agreed in a small voice, finally pulling her hands down even though her face was nearly as pink as her nightgown. They all shuffled out of the bathroom to parade down to the kitchen, but while Riku shuffled off muttering about pancakes, Sora grabbed Kairi and pulled her to the side to smoosh his lips against hers. 

“Sora!” she giggled against his puckered lips. “What are you doing?” 

“Showing my queen the respect she deserves,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. She snorted with laughter, then buried her face bashfully into his chest. He just snuggled into her, his entire heart filling up with joy until he was ready to burst. Kairi was a queen, and he was her king, forever and always. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[luccislegs]

Hello! Could I please request 2 hcs with Law and Robin? The reader is the local cryptid of a town, and has a df that allows them to attract small animals. They're especially fond of black cats, and have slightly morbid humor. They join the respecitve crews, and it takes a while for them to adjust. One habit that's particularly chaotic is filling a room full of cats and just hanging out with them.

Law:

Law doesn’t believe it when the locals whisper of a cryptid that lurks about town, bringing in all sorts of weird animals in the night. He’s especially unconvinced that this cryptid is bad luck. There’s no scientific proof that black cats are bad luck, and he’s sure you just have a fondness for them.

He’s got no real interest beyond meeting the cryptid, expecting a bigfoot-esque creature or at least a weird old hermit living in the woods. What he finds is you instead, almost painfully normal compared to the stories he’s heard. He’s almost comically disappointed, and you laugh at him when he explains what he’s heard about you.

Sitting down with you for a while explains just why you freak the townsfolk out so much. Small creatures seem to flock to you in droves, and your sense of humor and manner of speaking is…off-putting. You remind him of himself in some ways, except covered in animals.

Toads can be heard croaking in the small tub of water outside your window and whenever Law peeks out to look, they’re looking up at him with an almost eerie intellect…right up until one tries to catch a fly that’s landed on his cheek and slaps him in the face with it’s wet tongue. Bats flutter in and out of the open window, made creepier by the hooting of the owls that have parked themselves in the trees and on the windowsill. By far, though, the freakiest thing to Law is all the cats. 

There are cats literally everywhere. Three are parked in your lap, with four more vying for a position. There are cats sitting on the table and on the counters, cats just covering the couch, and more can be seen lurking in the hallway, watching Law with luminous yellow eyes. 

Not to mention the 2 that have claimed his lap as a seat.

And they’re all black. It seems like you’re doing it on purpose, there’s no way this island has only black cats, but when he asks you just shrug. “Maybe they’ve gotten rid of all the others,” you say, and he can’t fucking tell if you’re joking or not.

Even though you lowkey freak him out, he keeps coming back to your little cottage outside of town. He’s got a few days to spare, and your knowledge of herbal medicine is something he can’t ignore. After only 2 days, he gives into the desire to have you join his crew. The others are unsettled but don’t complain, and for the first voyage everything is fine. 

There are no small animals, besides the few cats you’ve brought with you and a bat you’re particularly fond of, but in lieu of small animals you seem to be drawing every single spider in existence out of the walls of the ship. At any given time you can be found with at least a dozen scuttling around your space, and Law can’t help but blanch whenever you pick one up and gently move it off of your book so you can flip the page.

He realizes there might be a small problem when the Tang stops at the next island. He’s only gone for a few hours when Penguin rushes up to him in a panic, pointing back at the ship and pleading with him for help. When Law asks him what’s going on, all he says is “Cats.”

He rushes back to the ship, fearing the worst, with Penguin hot on his heels.

“Oh my god,” Law says when he reaches the sub again, and smacks himself in the face. “I’m going to kill them.”

There are actually cats everywhere, and he can see you and Bepo sitting in the middle of the deck, playing with feather toys and laser pointers. It’s hard to navigate around them, and everything below his knees would have been littered with scratch marks if he wasn’t wearing pants by the time he reaches you. 

“Hello, Captain,” Bepo says, hardly looking up from his prone position on the ground. There are 4 cats perched on his back, all purring and blinking slowly up at Law, and he finds that all the annoyance he had initially is gone at the adorable sight. Grumbling about what a sucker he is, he seats himself next to, begrudgingly taking the feather toy you’ve offered him. A cat immediately latches onto it and snatches it away, and Law quickly Rooms it back into his hands, glaring at you as you laugh.

“These cats will have to go, ___-ya. It’s fine for now though. It’ll be too much of a pain to do it right now,” he says, swishing the toy back and forth and watching the adorable bundles of fluff chase it back and forth across the deck.

Robin:

Robin is instantly interested when she hears the legends of a cryptid. What they describe sounds almost like a vampire, and when she tells the others about it, Luffy almost automatically wants it to join the crew. The others naturally voice their disagreement, but Luffy’s mind is made up. He sends Robin off to locate you, telling the archaeologist that he has more pressing matters to attend to, like finding lots of meat.

It isn’t hard to find you. The villagers gave a very specific description of your cottage and strict instructions to avoid it at all costs. Naturally, she didn’t listen and was knocking on your door after a 20 minute walk from the ship. After a moment of silence, she realized you must not be home. Just as she turned around, ready to give it up for the time being, something wound around her ankles and she looked down to find a cat. It stared up at her for a moment before taking off a little ways. Then it sat and stared at her. When she approached, it got up and trotted off again, and she quickly got the hint.

She followed it into the woods, noticing the lack of any animal noises for the most part, until all of a sudden it seemed the woods came alive. As she stepped out into a clearing, it fell silent, everything turning to scrutinize her. There was a murmured command from the center of the clearing, drawing her attention as the animals relaxed and started up their noises again. A path opened up , finally revealing you sitting on a stump in the center of the clearing.

“Well, hello,” Robin said, coming to stand in front of you. Perched on your shoulders were a squirrel and a starling, each staring at her as if unafraid. “How cute. I heard you were able to attract animals, but I had no idea you were able to control them too.”

You smiled a little, cupping your hands at your feet and allowing a chipmunk to hop into them. “I don’t really control them, per se. Something about my powers just calms them, like they understand that I’m not going to hurt them or allow anyone else to hurt them.”

Holding your hands out to her, Robin cupped hers and the little chipmunk scuttled into them, staring up at her with its beady little black eyes. It sat quietly for a moment before it scampered up her arm to her shoulder, burrowing into her hair and curling up there.

“He likes you,” you said, standing up. She got her first good look at you then, and was surprised that the rest of you was just as normal as your face. She still couldn’t quite figure out why you might be considered a “cryptid”, let alone unlucky. But then, with the myriad of black cats– probably every single one on the island, if she had to guess– swarming at your ankles, she supposed she could understand. Not that she believed in the old superstition, but small towns weren’t known for being intelligent.

Over the next few days, while they waited for the log pose to reset, you got to meet the rest of the crew. They were an eclectic bunch, and you fit in with them better than you ever had with anyone on the island. By the last day, Luffy insisted on you joining his crew, but you were hesitant to leave your animals behind. Before anyone else could say anything, Luffy had already opened his mouth and promised you could bring them.

You laughed and agreed, much to everyone’s horror, and promised to be at the ship in a few hours. They were all very much relieved when you showed up with only a few cats and your personal belongings. However, Nami took a look behind you and her eyes grew wide. She yelped and pointed, drawing the others attention to the large black mass moving across the ground at a rapid pace. 

Before you could process what was going on, the ship was covered in meowing, purring furballs. You saw Usopp go down as he tripped over one, followed by Zoro. Franky was covered in them, and Luffy had three trapped in his arms, but they didn’t seem to mind. He was staring at you with a wide grin as he leaned over the railing of the ship and yelled, “Can we keep them, ___?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Nami was already punching him in the head, and multiple yells could be heard underneath the mass of cats, all of them sounding suspiciously like, “No!”

[hunghohoseok]

Punk Rock Drummer

Disclaimer: He is actually NOT a drummer it just didn’t work out that way lol

Words: 3.8k

Genre: Smut.Fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: seeeeeex.dick piercing.tonguing panties? (is that a thing?).implied drinking.unsafe sex (stay safe my creepies).accidental voyerism

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You’ve always wanted to go to the big city, but going alone terrifies you. Your best friend tells you that her brother and his band are gonna have their big break and is inviting you to go see him in action. The thing is, you’re a sucker for a boy with tattoos.

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(this shit in unedited, sorry ya’ll)

You knew, you knew, you shouldn’t have messed with him. Everyone told you that he’d hurt you, but you had a type.

Asshole, asshole is your type.

Jay was his name, breaking your heart was his game. He was hot, had a lip ring, and his hair was unruly and it made your heart flutter and your insides feel a certain way. Oh, and he had a tribal tattoo wrapped around his forearm. That was the only thing you could took at while he took you in the back of his car. It was dark enough that he didn’t notice.  

After that, he seemed to call you less, and you tried to call until you called one too many times and his phone was out of service.  

“He had ONE tattoo and you fell for him?” Your best friend Yejoon handed you another tissue and sniffed into softly.

“Maybe.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?” She asked softly.

The thought of your best friend worrying about you made you cry harder and she wrapped you into her arms and leaned you both back on the couch and you ended up falling asleep on her chest.  

After this one, you’re done, you say to yourself.

“Soo, guess what?” Yejoon leaned on the table in front of you and you looked up from your homework.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Yoongi is having a show.”

“Okay? He always has shows.” You turned your eyes back to your book, determined to read this chapter.  

“Buuuut,” she grabbed the book and closed it. Before you could complain, she put her finger on your lips, “It’s at the Bangtan Ballroom. Tonight.”

Your eyes widened. The Bangtan Ballroom holds around 500 people, and it’s in the heart of the city, where you love to go – not alone though. Yejoon doesn’t like big crowds and a fast-paced environment, so she would always refuse. You both have heard too many bad things about the city, and she took them to heart. They scared you too, lowkey, but you couldn’t help but want to go.

“You’re kidding!” You grabbed Yejoons arms and jumped around the coffee table. “Oh my God, I’m so proud of him!”

Yejoon smiled widely at you, “Me too! And guess what?” She pulled to lanyards out of her back pocket and waved them in your face.

You screamed and started jumping up again, Yejoon joining in until a hard knock from under your apartment floor made you stop in your tracks. You both giggle and she pushes you from your guys living room to her bedroom and she made a b-line for the closet.

“Gotta look good for the other bands. I could meet my true love tonight.” She pulls out a short red dress, puts it up to her chest. “Or a quickie. Same thing right?” She threw the dress back in the closet and dug once more. “Though, I don’t think Yoongi would like it.”

“How is your brother by the way?”

“Bugging me every second, ‘When are you coming to see us? You got any friends who need jobs? Know anyone single?’ I swear, if he asks me one more thing, I'll shut down a cell tower.”

“He’s single? What happened to Suzy? I thought they were ‘in loooove’.” You made a heart around your face and Yejoon threw and shirt at you.

“That ship sailed after they moved to the city for Yoongi’s band. She ‘couldn’t handle the pressure of having a famous boyfriend.’”

“Hardly, they had just formed! They were inseparable during high school.”

Yejoon finally picks out a pair of pants and takes off the ones she currently wearing. “Yeah, well I told him she was bitch from the start.”

You grinned and made your way to her closet and tried to dig out the dress she pulled out earlier.  

“Hot.” You open your mouth to reply and you see her twisted in front of the mirror. She had put on the shirt she threw at you; it was cropped and off one shoulder and you couldn’t see..

“Are you not wearing a bra?”

“Of course not, it wouldn’t be easy otherwise.”

“You really out here tryin’ to be a hoe, huh?” You snickered.

“You’re just mad that my tits are small enough to be a hoe.”

“Oh, fuck off.”  

She laughed at you as you went to your room to get ready.

“I put on the worst bra.” You were grabbing your side, trying to shove the metal piece back into it. The dress was tighter than you thought and it wasn’t helping.

“Dont’cha wish?” Yejoon gestured to herself, and she ended up wearing tight black pants and a cropped tank top.  

“Oh shut up,” You mumbled. You guys had finally made it to the ballroom and it was packed to the brim with bodies, already drunk and dancing to the music playing through the speakers. As you guys finally made your way to the back, you flashed you VIP lanyards and they let you guys though.  

“He said it was the door at the end of the hall..” Yejoon murmured to herself as people, you assume other bands pass by and she couldn’t help but stare. Taking her arm, you made your way to the last room and knocked on it and a gruff voice welcomed you.  

“Come on in!”

Yejoon pushed her way past you and you heard a gruff voice say, “Speak of the Devil.”

“And she shall appear. You were talking about me?” She leaned on Namjoon, the drummer, while he was sitting on the couch. He may have been clumsy off stage, but on stage was a different persona, grabbing the crowd's attention. With the slow beats of his base drum the crowd would hush and be at his mercy. As of now, he was at Yejoon’s attention. He sat up straighter and grinned and she tilted her head in feigned ignorance.  

“Ya, get off him.”  

A low gruff came from behind you that made you jump and turn around. Yoongi had looked different since you’ve seen hm. Granted that was 3 years ago at your high school graduation. Instead of short, spiked, black hair, it now made its way a little past his eyes and bleached His eyes were sunken in and closed halfway into a glare directed at his sister almost falling into his drummer's lap. He stood straighter now, you quickly noticed. He was at least a head taller than you and his once smooth face now had piercings; many adoring his ears, one on his eyebrow, and two small hoops on either side of his bottom lip. Out of your peripherals, you notice he’s wearing a turtleneck. Not very comfortable, you think, he’ll be sweating and that’s not a turtleneck.  

A soft black ink adorned his neck and down towards the collar of his shirt which you now see is a shirt with an unfamiliar logo on it. You don’t think much of it because your eyes go lower and see that he is covered in tattoo’s all the way down to his fingers. As the hands wave in front of you, you soon realize that he was trying to get your attention.  

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”  

“What?”

“I asked you if you wanted to sit. You seem out of it.” He gestures to a loveseat and you sit down softly. Everyone else had broken off into their respective conversations and you feel out of place now. Yoongi plops down next to you and he leans back and put his arms on the back of the sofa.

“So, how’ve been? You look good.”

“Oh! Uh, thanks, thank you.” Your hands try to drag down the fabric of your dress, and after a few tries you give up and set your hands in your lap. “You look good too. These past few years have been good to you.”

He laughed, “I could say the same about you.” His tongue peaked out and swiped across his lip and you breath hitched.  

“Um, s-so do you like the city?”  

The blond makes a face and he shrugs a bit, “It loses its touch after a while. Too fuckin’ loud honestly.”  

“Really? Ah, I’d love it.”

“Why?”

“I once drove with my parents through the arts district as a child. It was so beautiful, the lights so pretty, and people were talking and having fun and I just want that experience, ya know?”

You looked at him and he had a small grin on his face.  

“What?”

“Nothing. Why don’t you just go?”

You hummed and leaned back on the couch. “It’s all so new. And I've heard some rough stories about the city so I don’t wanna go alone. Yejoon doesn’t like coming so.”

“She doesn’t like anything fun,” he laughed. You smiled at him and became more apparent to his arm that was on the back of seat was inching its way towards you. It’s hard to ignore the heat of his arm on you and involuntarily shiver.

He moved his body closer and whispered so only you could hear, “Well, if you want, I can take you.”  

Taking in a sharp breath, and glanced at his neck piece. You have never seen Yoongi like this. He was never a childhood crush of yours and you sure as hell wasn’t one of his.  

Well-

There was one time, in high school. Yoongi and Suzy had come down to visit and you had been spending the weekend with Yejoon and her family. In the middle of the night you had to use the bathroom which happened to be past the guest room, so no, you were not peeping and you want to make that clear. Hearing a soft groan, you stopped, half asleep, in front of the door and peeked into the light shining though the crack of the door.  

The image permanently seeped into your brain was one of Yoongi, thrusting wildly into Suzy from behind. With her head covered by a pillow, all you could see was Yoongi. How sweaty he was, how he would roll his hips before thrusts, and his abdomen – you had no idea that he worked out. Suzy’s moans were quiet but you could tell she was trying so hard to keep them that way.  

You didn’t realize how long you had been standing there until Yoongi’s eyes bolted up and you swore he made eye contact with you because he grabbed his lip in between his teeth and thrusted faster into and when you heard Suzy get louder, you finally came to your senses and scurried off to the bathroom.  

You couldn’t make eye contact with either of them the whole weekend. Yoongi never mentioned it, so you felt less like less of a pervert. Your own little secret.  

All that is coming back to you as he gazes softly at you. Glancing over to Yejoon, she’s too engrossed in a conversation with Seokjin, the singer and another one of Yoongi’s friends, to pay attention.  

You felt soft fingers on your chin, “Over here, Dollface.”

“Uh, I don’t, uh,” He grinned at your stuttering, and set his hand on your uncovered thigh.

“Tell me if I'm being too forward but,” he got even closer and whispered in your ear, “you look delectable in that dress.”

You felt a shiver down your spine, this one obvious to him, and he chuckled.

“All right guys, you’re on.”  

And just like that, he was gone, along with the rest of the band. You finally had a chance to take a breath and Yejoon took your hand to lead you backstage to watch.  

The only thing you could pay attention to though is Yoongi. The way his fingers lazily strummed the cords of his base guitar all while looking sexy. The crowd recognizes this as well, due to them chanting for him to take his shirt off.

He indulges.

The intricate linework on his chest and back makes you drool, and you hope no one saw that.

After the show, you, Yejoon, Yoongi and the rest of the guys went to a late-night sushi bar, the perks of the city.

There was laughter, drinking, yelling, and you had completely forgotten about Yoongi’s proposition earlier. But as you guys were leaving, Yejoon having been drunk, you were worried about how you guys would get home. She was in no condition to drive, and you had a few drinks and weren’t going to risk it.  

That is how you ended up in Yoongi’s car sitting in the passenger's seat while Yejoon softly sings to herself in the back.  

“Y/N, Y/N,” Yejoon leaned forward to your headrest, “d’ ‘u feel as good as I do righ’ now?”

“No, not really,” you laughed at her and she gazed at you, or at least you think it was at you. It could’ve well been the door handle she was looking at. Her eyes were glazed over and you she abruptly blew a strawberry at you and melted back into her seat.  

You guys had finally made it back to your apartment without a hitch and you and Yoongi (mostly Yoongi) lugged the singing drunk girl back into your guys home, and safely in her bed.  

Yoongi waited in the living room while you helped Yejoon out of her clothes all while she tries to grab your face and tell you how much you love her.

When you finally make it out, Yoongi is on the couch scrolling on his phone. You don’t know how he makes something so mundane look so alluring.  

“Thanks. I appreciate it. She’s a handful sometimes.”

“Oh no problem,” he stands and makes his way to you.  

“So,” you don’t make eye contact with the blond while you talk. “It was an amazing show.”  

“Thanks. Was I, uh,” Hearing him stutter made you gape at him. He was gazing softly at you and scratched his neck. “Was I out of line, back there in the green room?”

You wanted to say no immediately, but you had to think about it. Did you let him because you wanted him to, or because the ink on his arms? Yoongi was nice and from what you heard from Suzy, a grumpy but soft human being willing to make you happy in the most subtle ways. As you think back, you remember in middle school he’d give you his lunch because your family couldn’t afford it. Your first day of freshman year he stuck to you and Yejoon all day, making sure you got to your right classes safely. When he left for college the summer after, he let you and Yejoon hang out in the basement with him and his band every practice – something he claimed he hated.

You felt your chest warm up and you reached out to him. “I liked it.”

“Oh,” his face was flushed and you couldn’t tell it was from the alcohol, “cool, cool.”

He interlocked your fingers and neither of you moved for a minute. You glanced back up at him and you guys slowly made your way towards one another until your lips touched softly. That was all it took for Yoongi’s hand to leave yours and find its way to the back of your head and deepen the kiss. His other hand was on your back and yours interlocked behind his neck.

As the kiss got more intense, his tongue ran across your mouth and you stuck yours out to taste him. His mouth wrapped around the muscle and sucked on it and you couldn’t help but moan.  

He released your tongue, “Yoongi, please.”  

“Yeah?” He bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs and you jumped into his arms. Yoongi walked to the couch and settled between your legs. “Tell me what you need, Dollface.”

Your legs had to stretch apart to accommodate for his body and your dress began to roll up. You tried to pull it down, but Yoongi grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

“Tell me.” His voice was gruff.

“I-I need you, Yoongi.”

“To do what?”

You groaned, “Touch me.”

“How Dollface? You have to be specific.”  

You groaned again and lifted your hips. You felt his growing bulge against your panties, which were now free for him to see. He took both of your writs in one hand and dragged his other hand slowly down your body to your heat and rubbed a finger over your panties and a moan makes your way out of your throat.  

“Oh? This is what you want?”  

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, well, I do aim to please Dollface.” He let go of you and moved his face toward your center. His tongue prodded at you and you hissed. Yoongi thrusted his tongue in you as far as he can, making your panties go with him and he made his way to your clit, soaking your panties as you squirm under his touch.  

“More pleeeeaaase Yoongi.”

You could hear a soft chuckle and before you knew it, his tongue was directly against your pussy, thrusting in and out while his thumb was rubbing against your clit in quick circles. Your moans got louder and you realized that no matter how drunk she is, Yejoon hear and that makes you cover you bite on you hand.  

“Let me hear you baby.”

“But - haa – she's gonna he-aah!”

Yoongi took your clit into his mouth and flicked it around with his tongue and your felt a growing heat in the pit of your stomach.

“Faster please.”

Your toes began to curl and you tried to spread your legs as far as they could go and he release your clit, spreading your lips to see how pink and wet you are.  

“Let go Dollface, cum on my tongue, please.”

Hearing his plead made you moan behind your hand and seized your clit again. He moaned into you and the rubber band snapped in the pit of your stomach and your legs shook and you hand left your mouth and onto Yoongi’s head, gabbing and pushing him closer as you ride out your orgasm.  

He finally pulls away and kisses you hard, shoving his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. You feel his hands come to the neck line of your dress, trying to pull it down to look at your breasts. When it wouldn’t budge, he groaned a “sorry” into your mouth and before you could ask, you heard a loud rip.  

“Yoongi! This was Yejoon’s.”

“I’ll buy her a new one,” he sat up and made a mental picture of how wrecked you look. Chest red, a pretty black lace bra pushing your breasts together, the bottom of the dress rolled up to your waist, and your pussy on show or him. “Take it off.”

You sit up all while keeping eye contact with Yoongi. His lip was in between his teeth and starts to take off his shirt and you couldn’t help but drag your hands across his inked chest.

“You like these?” He smirked.

“Mhm.”

“I like these,” Yoongi squeezed your breast and leaned you both back down to latch his mouth on your nipple while his hand rubbed the other. “God, they’re so pretty. You’re so beautiful Dollface.”

You could feel yourself blush at the compliment, not that you could tell. “Please, I need you Yoongi.”

Your hands started unbuttoning his jeans and he grabbed your wrists again. He started rubbing himself against your center.

“I saw you, you know.”

“W-what?”

“All those years ago, when I was home.”

“Oh God Yoongi, I-”

“You liked it, huh? Liked how good I was fucking her? How she couldn’t keep quiet while I took her over and over?”

You whimpered and moved your hips with Yoongi, “Please.”

“I knew you were there, I just couldn’t help but show off. It made it so hot knowing someone, you, were watching me.”

He reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock and he stroked himself a few times. You looked at his red tip and you saw a silver ball at the top. Oh God, his dick is pierced, oh god, oh god-

“You want me Dollface?”

You nodded fast and he rubbed he tip against your clit. You felt your hole clench around nothing.

“I do,” You took hold of his forearms to keep your grounded while his middle finger entered you slowly.

“Oh, so easily,” he pumped a few times before adding another one, it going in easier than the last. “Jesus, okay. You want my cock this bad Dollface?”

“Just do it!” The plea in your voice made Yoongi smile this big gummy smile and you felt the heat in your stomach again. He lined his cock up to your entrance and the pressure of his cock stretching you made you clench.

“Ah, fuck,” He sighed as his hips met yours.

“C’mon, fuck me.”

“You asked for it Dollface.”

He dragged out his cock and thrusts back in and didn’t stop until you had a pace you both agreed with. Your moans were like a lullaby to his ears and he wanted the extended version. He groaned at the pleasure he was giving you and rolled his hips to hit your g-sot. Your moans got louder and high pitched and the sound of his skin slapping your made you push back harder.  

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You reached out to Yoongi and you caught a glimpse of one of his tattoos. It was a rose wrapped in thorns. So simple and bright red, but you loved it. It seemed soft and the thorns made it seem too dangerous to touch. Looking back at him, his lidded eyes were staring you down and you couldn’t help but keep eye contact with his as he fucked you.

“Please, make me cum.”

“Oh I will,” he gruffed.

His fingers found your clit and he rubbed as fast as he was thrusting and you squeezed around him feeling your orgasm coming.  

“Oh, fuck I’m close.”

“Fuck yes, cum for me Dollface. I need it. Squeeze my cock, squeeze it.”

With his words, he made you came around him, tightening your muscle and your mouth was formed an ‘o’ in a silent scream.  

A groan hit your ears and Yoongi’s thrusts were stuttering off tempo and he pulled himself out, pumped once, twice, and the third stroke set him coming across your stomach.

“Ah shit.”  

Only the sounds of your harsh breathing was heard and he fell softly on top of you and wrapped his arms around your limp body.  

“So,” he finally said after a few minutes, jolting you awake, “still want the tour of the city? I think it could make a great date.”

You smiled at him and he leaned down and gave you a kiss.  

“I think I'd like that.”

[galavanting-pastries]

Amour, and other adventures

Pairing: Adventurer Cookie x Cotton Candy Cookie

Genre: Fake dating au, fluff, pining

Word count: 4.0k

Request: “Oooh Can I ask for an Adventurer x Cotton Candy story them dating or fake dating that they eventually ended up with together” -anonymous

A/n: this pairing lowkey stole my heart. Thank you for the ask! Fake dating always takes me longer to set up fully ergo this is kinda longer than I expected sooooo y’all are eating good today! 

Cotton Candy could always find her favorite place to write in impeccable condition and, most importantly, shrouded in solitude. The fluffy, low hanging sugar clouds near her house were practically unreachable to anyone but her, and fewer still knew that they could even be walked on. Climbing up from her room, onto the roof and from then upwards, she carried her slightly tattered pink notebook and her absolute favorite pen, content to lose herself in beautiful, love drawn words and daydreams for an hour or so. Just as she did the day before, and the day before that. A blissful monotony.

The sun shone brightly in the sky as Cotton Candy penned word after word in a letter.  She didn’t know who it was for quite yet, but that hardly mattered. It was more of a poem than anything and she hoped-

Crash.

...and she hoped that whoever-

CRASH.

What on earth? Heart thumping slightly, she slowly set down her things and, with the hesitation of a mouse, peeked down from her cloud.

A blur of sudden color flashed up in front of her eyes, and she shot back with a scream. The... thing now in the air did a few triumphant spins before landing with a resounding PUFF on her cloud. Cotton Candy gulped down breaths as her heart beat against her hand.

The cookie- she could see clearly now that it was indeed a cookie- huffed and panted from their exertion. 

“Great jelly,” They gasped, “Fences are a lot less sturdy than I remember.”

Cotton Candy sat dumbly, too shocked to move, and her pen fell from her stock still hand.

Finally, the cookie seemed to have noticed her.

“Ah! Hello there!” He greeted brightly, despite his visible exhaustion, and tipped his brown hat in greeting.

She knew that hat. She knew that lasso. She certainly knew that sun tanned, bright eyed, determined, and sweat-covered face. 

It was Adventurer Cookie.

Fighting past her flustered state, she moved her jaw, trying to make words come out.

“I’ve been looking all over for you Cotton Candy!”

She faltered in confusion.

“I-“

“Would you go on a date with me?”

...what. Date? Adventurer Cookie? Her? With?! 

Thoughts like clouds began to float through her head, expanding every passing second and making her heart beat in overdrive like a… like a… something! Such a bold proposition! Oblivious to her mental overload, the cookie continued on talking. In her daze, she could only process a few phrases near the tail end of his grand explanation.

“...some thingy...myself but...Cheesecake Cookie...only let me… needed a fake date...help me, won't you?”

Gaping, she suddenly shook her head clear as the words finally registered.

“A...fake date?”

“Yes!” He responded brightly. “I need that key, but a date to get that key. She won’t lend it to me otherwise. I’m not sure what that cookie’s end game is, but she was insistent. So, what do you say? Wanna run?”

The clouds deflated. Slumped at the lost hope, Cotton Candy chanced a look up at the other. Adventurer’s eyes were full and bright, and concentrated fully on her. She looks away, breathing heavily.

She sucked in a preparing breath. Disappointment and overwhelming confusion aside, she was always ready to help a friend, no matter what, and besides that:

No cookie ever turned down a chance to run.

“Ok!”

Adventurer lit up, his smile for a brief second rivaling the sun, and her skin heated up, as if in response to the warmth he was emitting.

“Great! Let’s go then!”

He suddenly reached for something at his waist, and flicked his wrist out.

There was a tightening around her middle, and Cotton Candy only belated realized that she was being lassoed before Adventurer Cookie jumped off the cloud down below, taking her with him.

---

As it turns out, the “thingy” Adventurer needed a date for was a mid-day soirée, hosted by their very own extravagant Cheesecake Cookie. 

While lassoing through forest and town on the way to her mansion with her in tow (and after she could stop screaming in fright), Adventurer Cookie explained that the extravagant cookie had been gifted a magical key from a traveling treasure collector from Yogurca, a key that Adventurer had need of for a certain hidden treasure. She had, however, only agreed to give it to him on one condition:

“Attend her party...”

“...W-with a date” she finished.

“Exactly right.” His face was set forward, determined as ever, but...

“Y-You don’t look too thrilled,” Cotton voiced, noticeably subdued.

He sighed. “Not particularly, no.” He turned to her suddenly. “Ah! Not because of you, of course. Social events like these have never really been my thing.”

Despite herself, she giggled softly. “Not mine, either.”

He chuckles with her, and she feels more at ease than before. She could see him daydreaming about being on some grand quest for a secret artifact rather than interacting with people at a party. After setting them both on solid ground, they walked toward the lavish front door and golden welcome mat.

Cheesecake Cookie greeted them enthusiastically enough at the door, but she visibly brightens when she notices how close the two of them are standing.

“Oh wow!” She exclaims. “Look at that! You followed my request after all.”

“Yes, of course I did.” Charming smile in place, Adventurer Cookie secures an arm around Cotton’s waist and pulls her into his side. “My date for the day.”

The reminder that she was there to help out a friend was the only thing that kept her from passing out then and there.

They’re then ushered inside, following her trailing gold feather-boa to the party room. Cotton’s own little delivery bird, who had flown alongside them for their journey, took to playing with Fluffy Cheese cat, dodging harmless swipes from cheesy, clawless paws with a happy twitter.

So distracted by the adorable sight, she almost  doesn’t notice when her companion stops and causes her to fumble a bit. When she looked up, his eyes had gone wide and full of a bright, farplaced wonder, as he stopped and stared, almost in a trance, across the room.

She slowly followed his gaze until there it was before her eyes: the key he sought. Set with a bright gem and a metal frame that was once gold, dirtied over by years of being hidden by time. The key he had searched her out for, that he braved a party to obtain.

The swing of a lasso and the heart-dropping anticipation that comes before finding what you’d been hunting for. Was the pull of a potential hidden secret so strong that he was so captivated by a single artifact? He must see a hundred keys just like this one, but each must hold a valuable promise in his eyes, a potential for journey, for excitement, for triumph and adventure. 

The party passes by in a bit of a blur for Cotton Candy Cookie. 

She vaguely registers compliments toward her dress (“thank you” she would shyly reply) and the smell of food, but her main attention was on her “date”.

At some point, he had shifted from having an arm around her to looping theirs together, and would proceed like that for the rest of the afternoon. The benefit of this was that being so close to him meant that others generally noticed Adventurer Cookie first and would greet him, instead of questioning her presence, doing absolute wonders for her chronic timidness. The downside was: she was just so close to him.

She never would have noticed how, in that rugged way, he was devastatingly handsome. How his sandy blonde hair went every which way, as though he had just climbed out of some dark and dangerous jungle. In this case he practically had, but seeing it from afar and writing couplets in a journal was different, Cotton Candy found, than being pressed up against its side for an extended period of time. How when he told stories (for the others would always ask him about his latest grand exploits, crowding around with bated breath), he liked to use his hands and reenact, mimicking the fierce roars of a beast or a particularly daring jump for a stray gem or jelly. It was the only time he would step away from her. It was no wonder that she was in a daze.

She was firmly aware, however, of Cheesecake Cookie smiling slyly (or as slyly as someone so giggly could be) from across the room. 

So when Adventurer’s face breaks through her daze and appears before her own, grin impossibly wide and treasure key in hand, it’s no wonder that her own smile is just as wide.

“Couldn’t have done this without you, Cotton Candy. Thank you!”

A shy smile breaks through and she murmurs a “You’re welcome”

He blinks, as though caught off guard, but before she even gather the courage to ask:

“Right! Well, let’s get you back home then!”

She doesn’t have the chance to protest before the lasso is around her once more, and they’re off.

—

Cotton Candy collapsed onto her bed.

Her beloved heart pen was flowing across the page in her notebook before she could even think, word after word as they came into her mind and translated onto the paper.

She wrote lines and lines of a strong arm secured around her, of a rugged earthy scent that covered his natural cookie sweetness. A charming ruggedness and a spark of adventure in his eyes that would never go out. Of the fearful thrill that went through her as they lassoed through the trees, and the realization that she longed for the rush now that it was over.

Replaying the events of the day in her mind only made them seem more dream-like. Like one of popcorn cookie’s dashing romance movies. She kicks herself for not engraving every single detail to memory. It full well might be the only date she’ll ever be on! 

But it wasn’t real! Just a favor for a friend. Another lovesick fantasy far removed from reality. Her head was in the clouds again. She clamped down on the pen, biting at her lip, as though she could be jolted out of this convoluted daydream. But this time, it wasn’t a dream. Cotton Candy dropped her pen suddenly and snatched a nearby fluffy pink pillow, shoved her face into it and wailed.

-

Any hope Cotton Candy had of sulking the day away was dashed to pieces (almost literally) by a series of familiar crashes approaching the floating clouds above her home. 

She had been ready to spend at least the morning there before someone like Pink Chocolate Cookie or Cherry Blossom dragged her away for a friendly outing or tea time, but the appearance of a familiar orange bandana and hat effectively ruined any chances of that.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked casually as he climbed up onto her floating sanctuary.

“Go...where?” She asked, thoroughly confused.

“To get the treasure. You helped me get the key, it only makes sense that you get to come along!”

“Oh,” she nodded. “Wait, what?! I can’t do that! 

“Oh come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Finally getting his footing, he pulled himself up and dusted the sugar crystals off of his front. “Well done for finding such an amazing discovery! I didn’t even know you could walk on these clouds.” He smiled down at her.

Her words died in her throat and she could only nod, a small lovestruck smile on her face instead.

“I’ve only a little while before Blackberry comes looking for me, so we must be off!” He turned to her, expectant.

Even when she could get a hold of herself. She was finding it harder and harder to say no. After all, a sudden spur of the moment adventure had such a romantic element to it, and so much potential for a love poem. Besides, there was apparently much to be said about the call for adventure, if that look on his face from the other day was anything to go by.

Her waning hesitation must show in her eyes, because Adventurer cookie flashed an excited grin. He puts his hand up to his hip, and she fearfully thrusts her arms out in front of her.

“I-I can walk! I can walk!” 

“Oh. Alright then” Lowing his hand (thank goodness) he suddenly leapt off the cloud, spun twice and landed, solidly, onto the ground. He called up to her.

“Come then, Candy!”

She sputtered. “C-c-Candy?!”

He turned back, tilting his head. “Just a little nickname. Is that alright?”

Remembering herself, she quickly nodded. Satisfied, he continued up the path. 

Gathering her courage up, she called after him. “Only if I get to call you Addie!”

Adventurer Cookie stopped, then laughed and gave a resounding thumbs up, moving forward once again. She smiled and made her way down.

—

“You’re telling me this isn’t your first forest temple?” 

The journey had been fine, but the insane stories Addie told her along the way were more than enough to have her moving promptly and keeping up well enough. He seemed more than happy to regale her. Even the darkness of the crumbling brick could do little to dampen Adventurer Cookie when he was in his element.

“Oh, this is nothing. I once found an ancient lamp that was being guarded by a yeti.”

“A yeti?” She gasped.

“A yeti.” 

To think, she still had so much to find out about those far off journeys to far off lands.

He suddenly put a hand out in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. Blinking, she turned, only to find him grinning and pointing up, up toward…

Oh wow.

The dark room they were in held but a single point of light that drifted almost lazily between colors, stationary on top of a large pedestal in its center. A mysticality surrounded it, and the ivy choked stone that rose around it.

Wordlessly, eyes fixed, they moved forward slowly toward the object. As if it were an animal that might frighten away. They were upon it, right within reach. Breath quickening, Cotton Candy turned to her friend in an unasked question. He gives a small  encouraging smile and nods toward her.

She took a deep breath. And stepped forward. Before she could second guess, let her nervousness decide for her, she held the gem in her hands. It pulsed, almost warm, with magic. What magic did it hold? How many eras had this one object seen? The glow from the gem illuminated her face as she could only hold it in wonder. The magic within continued to swirl different colors in her hands, before suddenly settling with a pop on a vibrant pink. A small gasp came from her.

“Did you see that?! Oh, Addie, did you see it? It changed color!” She turned to him in flushed elation, pure excitement, and wonder.

She found, upon meeting them suddenly, his eyes to be wide and full of that enchanted spark, and yet not fixed on the glowing gemstone. The magical treasure. An unfailing gaze was laid upon her face.

Adventurer Cookie, unthinking, murmured, “Beautiful…”

Her words dried up on her tongue. Frozen, utterly frozen by his intense gaze. Their eyes met across the pedestal, the shine from the gem the only thing illuminating their faces. Unabashed and slack faced wonder.

It passed. Addie coughed, and averted his eyes.

“Let’s go on then.”

—-

The fire was bright in the forest.

Cotton Candy wondered absently if Fig Cookie was out and about, or if the little forest denizen were already asleep. If they possibly knew of the gem or it’s story in the forest. If anyone knew about such a beautiful ancient treasure, besides her and Adventurer Cookie.

Turning to her side, she met with the companion on her journey so far. The dim glow reflected onto his face, illuminating him by half.

Her fingers itched for her pen.

The glow reminded her of the gem, the indescribable feeling of holding it, how he had looked in its pale pink light and...

That look they shared had been...she was just seeing what she wanted to see. Cotton Candy knew she was a hopeless romantic. This was just another daydream. Just another fantasy.

“Um, Addie? About that day at Cheesecake Cookie’s…”

He hummed.

“I was wondering. Wh-why did you ask...me?” 

Startled by the question, Addie coughed, dropping the firewood he’d been using. He played absently with the brim of his hat.

“Well,” he attempted, “Everyone knows...um..”

“Everyone knows what?” Cotton hesitantly asked.

“That...well, that you’re one of the kindest, and sweetest cookies and things like that. I’d be remiss not to ask you, right?”

“O-oh.” Cotton Candy’s face was beet red. Compliments were her one true weakness and to hear them from someone like him was simply overwhelming. Her fingers found the curls in her fluffy hair and fiddled with them, nervously.

Adventurer coo-Addie, she corrects herself gently, shifts on his feet, one hand on his hip and the other tugging at his bandana.

“You mentioned a yeti? Earlier?” She tries.

Perhaps grateful for the distraction, Addie lit up and delved into a thrilling tale of adventure into a cold underground cavern, after braving the harsh sands of a desert. 

It’s long into the night before they remembered to go home.

—-

She’d written a letter, so many more letters than she has written before. They were longer than any she had ever written. Her feelings had poured forth 

She would give one to him.

A single letter to tell him how she felt. 

For as shy as she usually was about her feelings, Cotton Candy has always needed to express them in some way. It’s why she had taken to writing love letters, putting her heart out in words and giving her love a physical presence. So she could cherish that beautiful feeling of being lighter than air, of a rainbow blooming from her very soul.

Clutching the unsealed envelopes to her chest, she tried to calm her breathing, the tenseness of her shoulders, and the shaking in her hands. Sending the letter, making her feelings known-

She’s not sure if she can pick just o-

CRASH.

An alarmed kick of her leg sends the small pile of letters careening off of the edge of the cloud.

“AH!” She yelps, diving to catch them. She misses them by an inch, and startles when a familiar cry sounds from below. 

...

One of these days, Cotton Candy thinks numbly, that’s not going to catch me off guard. But the damage was already done. From below, she heard him make a noise of confusion at the sudden pile of letters that had fallen from the sky.

But! She thought, She could still fix this! She could say that they were private and to ignore them, just close the envelopes-

The envelopes. The envelopes that had a small doodle of a lasso and a hat on them! Crumbling back into her cloud, she wills the fluff to swallow her up so that she can disappear forever. 

“Candy?” He called again. “I had something to tell you but… what is all this?”

This isn't how she wanted it to go! But she could not will herself to move from her sugary scented coffin, and thus, resigned herself to an embarrassing fate.

She did, however, peek over the edge unable to stand the suspense.

Addie picked up an envelope, clearly seeing the detail on the front, for he blinked in surprise. Sparing a glance upward toward her hiding place, he opened the letter and read it. 

It felt like a lifetime that his eyes scanned the floral scented page.

She didn’t like how he was looking at the words as though they were one of his temple puzzles to solve. When he looked like that, he was certain to figure just about anything out. Snatching herself back from the ledge, she hid in a bunching of soft cloud, heart jackhammering and breath coming much too slowly.

Finally, he looked up, expression unreadable.

“Are these...for me?” He asked, uncertainly, a strange quality to his voice.

She gave a meek ”yes” sounding squeak from her pillow.

For a short while, there is nothing. Then she hears a familiar grunt from below before a whoosh and a thud upon her cloud. Reluctantly, she lifted her face, but as soon as she caught sight on him, she shoved her face back into its hiding place.

The figure hesitates.

“Oh jelly, I’m not sure I know how to do this properly but-“

Without warning, a strong hand took hers and lifted it from off of her pillow.

The softest touch from a pair of lips on her fingers jolts her up, whipping around to stare at her hand in shock and the cookie holding it. He held her hand like a dashing prince to a fair maiden. He swallowed, visibly nervous.

“Maybe that’s wrong? Then, let me see…”

He leans in before she could speak and presses his lips to her forehead, tenderly as though she were a precious artifact. A beautiful gemstone.

“H-huh?” She stuttered.

“Oh dear,” he flushed, “h-how about-“

He quickly presses a light kiss on her cheek, and it’s the final straw that sends her careening back into her cloud pillow with a high pitched squeak.

Addie flinched. “I’ve made a mess, haven’t I?” He sighed.

“I don’t have your wonderful way with words. You see, I’m... quite fond of you, Candy.” 

For once words fail her. Every scrawling line of poetry is suddenly too much, and not enough. She looks in his face, in his expression and finds an uncertainty. New territory, unexplored jungles and the excitement and exhilaration fear that came with it. She was starting to understand it. 

Cotton Candy closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Gathering her courage once more.

Perhaps daunting journeys were his field of expertise but this, this was hers. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel. Let’s her feelings, as they flowed from her heart, wash over her in waves. She had her words, but the inexplicable lightness inside of her heart was unmatched and unmistakable. 

She leans forward and gently presses their lips together.

She feels Addie freeze at her touch, but feels even more keenly the way the tension melts out of his body as he leans into her lips. Moving ever so slowly, his hand coming up to meet her face, softly in a way she didn't know he possessed.

And then it's over. He looks her up and down in amazement, before a smile buds across his face.

“Good jelly, that was...better than any treasure I’ve ever known.”

Flustered, she turns away from him, thoroughly embarrassed but smiling still.

“May I... sit next to you?”

She nods frantically while still not facing in his direction, so she feels rather than sees him finally sit down next to her. Then, slide in closer. Cotton Candy takes a deep breath, before pushing herself into his side, face hot and eyes screwed shut.

He freezes at the movement. Then, bit by bit, relaxes.

“I’ve been on so many adventures, seen so much danger, and yet, my heart has never beat so fast before.”

She laughs. “Now you know how I feel. This stuff is much scarier than an old temple or a yeti.”

He doesn’t reply just then, but after a moment, “When Cheesecake Cookie said I needed a date, you were the first cookie I thought of.”

She stills, heart taking a grand leap.

“It was all quite the adventure…”

She knows he’s not talking about the temple. Overtaken by a sudden bout of sunny happiness, she snuggles in closer. His arms tighten around her. His voice, uncharacteristically soft.

“I wonder what the next adventure will be.”

She doesn’t reply, but hums in contentment. The sun was setting over the land, pink and orange. There would be time to figure it out later. For now though, Cotton Candy Cookie was more than content to lose herself in her daydreams for a while.

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@s1lentsnip3r @chaosmixed @metallumdash 

words can’t describe how impressed i am by how much you bring your muses to life bwaze. i used to like, not really give a darn heck about metal sonic at all? but after that first thread we had where sonic and proxy got into a fight, i was immediately hooked. you just do such an incredible job at fleshing out characters that i otherwise wouldn’t have really thought much of before and you just have this unique and interesting spin on them that feels fresh. i love the way you play the chao and whisper’s wisps and atia is just a little gremlin but i love them so much, and i’ve literally never seen anyone play chaos before. you just have this way of utilizing that potential that your characters and concepts have and it’s just really awesome to watch. i love it. absolutely a stellar roleplayer. absolutely stellar mun!!

@skyfcx @masterprotector @cosmcther

ties you to a chair. listen here little mister. youre probably one of the OG ppl in this rpc that i’ve lowkey looked up to since first joining. you’ve already heard it plenty of times already but your writing is just ?? stellar ?? from the way you use colorful idioms, expressions, metaphors, to how you capture movement and action in such an engaging way. it’s always a treat to read. the way you portray your muses is just always spot on and i love how seamlessly you capture their mannerisms and speech patterns. your headcanons for tails and knuckles just make me so giddy they just feel so right for their characters, and as far as rosalina goes--- while i know next to nothing about the mario franchise or this character in particular i’m still intrigued enough to peek in on what she’s up to every now and then. over all, you’re a rad roleplayer and a fun person to chat with ooc !! 

@chaosbcrne 

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. i adore how you write shadow. i’m constantly blown away by how authentic he always feels and how realistic you write him while still remaining accurate and true to his character. like i legit cannot even think of any other place or media i’ve seen besides the games themselves (before sega started botching up his character anyway) where he’s portrayed as accurately as you write him. you manage to balance the serious, aloof, hostile side of him with his playful, competitive, smug side AND the inner naive, almost child like side almost perfectly. and then there’s more, because you add so much depth to him and realistically expand on so many unexplored facets of his character and his roots !! you can just tell this is a character who’s endured so many hardships and is still trying to recover and move on, and despite everything that’s hardened him into the person he is today he still has that innocent curiosity about the world and it makes me so emo every. single. time. you just put so much work into him and it shows, from your icons to your headcanon posts, to even the most minute detail. even when you host events you just go So Hard at it you’re literally out here setting the standard dude. and don’t even get me started on your writing style. i was hooked by the very first thread we did, i felt like i could never hold a candle to it honestly. just. the way you narrate shadow’s feelings and thoughts, how you capture his actions, his movement, his speech patterns, is just so good. and your vocabulary is so colorful and rich. just. hgnfhg its top tier content ALRIGHT you inspire me to push myself and to keep improving all the time and i have to say i couldn’t ask for a better writing partner. i love you so much eph 💕💕💕

@1110-01111011

hello yes trikey i love your omega so much. i’ve never really thought much of the death bot before but seeing all the headcanons and fleshing out you do for him just makes him so much more interesting and fascinating. down to the most intrinsic detail you put in for him it’s just really cool to see and adds so much to him that just !! i love it man. every time i think abt omega now my mind just automatically goes back to your portrayal because he is Just omega. i appreciate all the depth you add to him and his relationships to the rest of his team, it’s so pleasing to see and really helps solidify how strong team dark’s dynamic truly is..... not to mention your art is hecking gorgeous??? like damn dude, goals. anyway,, thank u for the blessed omega content. absolutely 10/10

@coolxnxblue @oforbis @hcrofraid @mastcrplanncr @powderbluestreaks

toxi i immediately fell in love with your sonic the first time we ever interacted. you just capture his sass so well, i just could not stop giggling that first night. he’s still my favorite sonic in this rpc, to be honest. and don’t even get me started on your other muses. it still baffles me how you manage to take on such a huge raster of characters yet manage to flesh them out all so well. every one of them feels so evenly developed and solid and just like bwaze you make me care about characters that i otherwise wouldn’t have before. i feel like i have a huge newfound appreciation for eggman bc of you and unsurprisingly he’s now my fave eggman on here hands down. and it goes without saying your writing is just, phenomenal. you capture dialogue so beautifully, the way you narrate on the feelings your characters are experiencing is engaging, to the point i’m lowkey intimidated by it sometimes LMAO. also your AUs are just rad as hell? and rlly interesting?? and your art style too ????? 10/10 roleplayer, i just think youre neat.

@antibadnik @godcontained

hey you? yes you. i love your muses so much. i especially love how you write amy, to be honest. she’s been my favorite character since forever and like?? you do just such a good job with her? i appreciate that you choose not to erase her intense affection for sonic, because more often than not i see people tone it way down to almost non-existent and it really is just such a big part of her character. i like the way you delve into that mindset of her’s, and expand on it and how it affects her. i also just. love your writing too. you just have this way of conveying feeling in your writing that’s always a punch to the gut you can feel it that hard. your headcanons for elise are really interesting too and definitely nothing i’ve actually seen before, what with how her powers work and how having to go emotionally dormant has effected her after all this time.  also, i love ava. she is baby. it’s so cool getting to see a mute character!! all in all, its just good content man. god i love football.

@team-phantom @heartfelt-silver

pandaaaa i adore you !!! you were like my first friend in this heckin rpc. all of our dash shenanigans always have me wheezing and i just love your boys so much. i can certainly say without a shadow of a doubt that zero is one of my favorite takes on infinite. its hard to believe that he’s the same jackal who almost completely helped eggman take over the world--- he’s just come so far, he seamlessly fits into the rest of the cast. i adore how he works off of his team, and all their own unique little quirks that set them apart from each other. your headcanons and lore for your muse is just so sweet. and god i can’t get enough of your art?? your doodles always are a blessing to see ;-; i always appreciate you youre just such a sweet and kind mun, you’re so welcoming of ppl here and have this way of making ppl feel at home in this community. it absolutely wouldn’t be the same without you. keep it up <3

@lightdash @heartlop @enrichedheart

YOU. yes you. ame you’re so freakin’ cool and sweet. you’re always so nice and welcoming to people in the rpc it’s always a treat getting the chance to talk to you !! you’re another one of those peeps i look up to in this community TBH and youre muses are just portrayed and written so well!! i can just tell you’ve poured many years of thought, consideration, and work into your muses to the point that they’re just so finely tuned. i love the aesthetic you utilize for you blogs, from your icons to just the way you go about formatting your threads? and not to mention, your art style ??? is just so cute ??? ngl i lowkey wanna collab with you one of these days bc i just adore how you draw the sonic cast ;_; thank you for being a part of this rpc !! you’re wonderful !

@projectlightfox

moggg you’re so nice and chill to talk to. i love volt and harmony so much... they fit in really good with sonic world and mesh well with just about any characters i’ve seen them interact with so far--- even if its someone they don’t get along with. i’ve said it before but theyre just a really charming little duo and im always happy to see them on my dashboard. i love the overall aesthetic they got going, two travelers roaming the world from dimension to dimension. harmony is just a little bundle of precious fluffy joy and her interactions with sonic always make me cry. and volt--- he’s such a good dad !! he’s a really neat character and i’m certainly interested in learning more about the both of them. and as i said, you’re a rad person to talk to, i appreciate how welcoming and supportive you are of people. and your art style? absolutely adorable. thank you for being in this rpc ;-;

@dieviskais @solfading 

king!! i’ve never seen anyone write the way you do, choosing to shift the view point onto the reader as if they themselves are the muse. it’s such a unique and interesting way to look into your muse’s mindsets and express how they are feeling and what they’re doing. your take on silver is very fresh compared to the way he’s typically written. i appreciate you don’t take the baby silver uwu route like don’t get me wrong he IS baby but he’s not a baby. you certainly have really neat headcanons surrounding his backstory and how he grew up, it’s nice to see the grim reality of his harsh bleak life being represented. it’s good !! your other muses are intriguing too and i’m eager to learn more about them. i love auburn?? he’s a really cool oc dude his aesthetic and powers are A+. and you know, i may be terrible at expressing it but you’re a delight to talk to!! never feel bad or discouraged for popping into my dms i honestly appreciate the company ;-; thank u for being u

@orbviously / @cubeviously

THESE TWO BOTS. i love them so much. literally every time i see orbot or cubot now in any context i just think back to your portrayal of them hebby, they’re just so dang spot on and good. i love how you go about interacting with people with these two tbh it never fails to make me giggle. i love your art style too it’s just pleasing to look at! you have so many creative AUs for these bots i’m honestly impressed by how much you manage to create with these guys man--- from their human/bot designs to their mobianbot designs theyre just so cool ?? even your other muses are always entertaining to watch regardless of what fandom theyre from youre just so fun to interact with. and just, you’re always a pleasure to talk to ooc, youre always putting a smile on my face! youre awesome hebby 

@fishing-purple-cat

yes hi. sunny your take on big is so blessed. you’ve done so much justice for him. i’ve always really liked big tbh but i just love how much depth you put into his character, his backstory and his mannerisms. i love that you like,, actually give him a personality outside being a slow thinker. i can tell you’ve really developed your writing style with him, it speaks volumes about how much work you really put into writing him and it shows? heck, you even go the extra mile to draw your own icons and hang on i need a second to gush about your art because holy DAMN dude. your anatomy and painting abilities are nothing short of impressive--- especially your nack for painting backgrounds. i srsly gotta commission you at some point when i’m able to, heck. anyway, the rpc certainly wouldn’t be the same without you here

@lnfinitc

dude i love your take on infinite. he’s just about everything he should have been in forces, and even more. i love how malicious and intimidating you write him and your take on his speech patterns is just straight up eye-candy. i love your writing style, its so flavorful and rich--- your headcanons and lore on how infinite works is just astounding. and i like how you incorporate your drawings into your replies or threads too like even if its just icons your style is so heckin pretty ?? gosh dang. i’m definitely looking forward to interacting more in the future bc ur muse is just really fun and you seem like such a rad person !!

@pistolbitten

uhhh hello yes... while we haven’t interacted very much so far i JUST GOTTA SAY, i super enjoy your take on fang. from what i can tell he’s very well-rounded and fleshed out and a really interesting villain. i may or may not’ve been lowkey paying attention to that angel’s thesis thread you were doing w bwaze and aaron and i gotta say. holy damn. fang just done FUCKED UP. im certainly looking forward to him and shade interacting lmao. your writing style is so good too hh... just yeah i don’t have a whole lot to say if only because we haven’t interacted as much as i have with some of the other ppl on here BUT i certainly am looking forward to bc you seem cool. i’m loving what i’m seeing so far. have nack shoot sonic. DO IT.

@mobian-merc @funis-infinite 

duuuudeeee. i’ll be honest i was super intimidated by you at first asdkjsah i don’t even know why i was ??? but like. you’re so hecking nice and fun to talk to ;_; scourge is an actual literal dipshit yet you manage to make him very likable and you have such a fun take on him. i’ve always been a little conflicted on the character tbh because of how popular he is and he seems like the type i’d like but i knew nothing about him and was kinda put off by the over hype sometimes, but honestly? your portrayal won me over. i love him now. he’s so stupid and hE’S GREAT. your infinite also seems so cool too i gotta hecking respond to that starter you made me when i get the chance, im looking forward to infinite & sonic just. talking and sassing eachother probably. i really like your writing style too!!! and your icons are absolutely gorgeous ok. alright, that is all.

@flyinginfreedom

uhhhhhhh hello i love your rouge so much ???? she’s literally so cool... you capture her aesthetic and over all mysterious yet cunning vibe perfectly and it’s just always a pleasure to see her on my dash. i loved her interactions with sonic during eph’s roadtrip event so much. your headcanons just feel so her and spot on, and you still manage to add so much depth and personality to her i just love it so much. i love your blog’s aesthetic down to the icons, and even the way you format your threads. over all just a stellar rouge blog and a really cool & chill mun!!

@rosehammcr @antihedgehog

hi rosie uhm i love your amy so much ok. she’s such a sweet heart, i love how you incorporate her tarot cards ?? it’s literally so cool... and the accuracy on those readings is shocking. she’s just such a sweet heart god i’m getting emo thinking abt her tbh like amy is !! one of my fave characters and !! you write her so well !! and your eggman too, god he’s incredible. i love how sinister yet goofy he can be he’s just a perfect combination of intimidating and silly. your takes on orbot and cubot also bring a smile to my face and i love how you incorporate them into your interactions!! you also just seem like a rlly rad person and i’d love to interact more !! yeah !

@a-wind-of-freedom

yuniiiiiiIII !!  you’re such a sweet heart and your sonic is too. i’ve never seen someone play sonic the way you do before and it’s certainly interesting and unique !! you’ve got so many neat an thought out verses and AUs too, theyre all really intriguing !  our interactions with our sonics are always rlly blessed tbh starlight is just precious. i always appreciate getting to work with you as well for commission stuff, you’ve really been helping me out in that regard. plus you give me something artistic to work on and the chance to push my talents ! ;-; all in all you’re just a really sweet person and have a kind aura about you ! ;;

@champiionic

clears throat. hi yes you’ve been one of my fave sonics since day one. you’re just so creative with your muse its honestly impressive how many things you’ve able to come up with for sonic. from the portrayal you bring to the table down to your muse aesthetic its always just spot on you’ve got the blue speedster’s whole vibe down to a T. and your writing is just ? kisses my fingers. beautiful. your sonic is just so dang authentic, seeing him on my dash is always a pleasant sight. and i know this post is namely about sonic rpc muns & muses but i already love bubbles and blossom. i used to watch powerpuff girls when i was rlly little so its a real nostalgia trip to see them on my dashboard.

@hcpebloom @rcsebloom

bunny !! ur heckin sweet.. i love ur amy so much HSDFHDJ she’s just so soft. and unique too!! your headcanons for her are just so cute and make her stand out in her own way and i just appreciate that yo. and i admittedly don’t know a whole lot about cosmo since i havent really watched that far into sonic x but you’ve certainly got my attention with her. we just gotta interact more man ur muses are so precious !! ;_; 

@fortruechaos 

you !! your shadow is so good dude ! your portrayal of him is just so hecking accurate,, i highly appreciate how noble you write him to be. he’s serious, he’s prickly, but he’s got the world’s best interest at heart and it makes my heart do the fluttery thing. your writing is so good too gosh. no to mention youre just so hecking nice ??? youre just overall a rlly sweet mun & i appreciate your presence here in the rpc

@glittcrngcld @livelifc

hey fretcher ? ily. your muses are just so good from your canon characters to your ocs, i just love them sm?? and your ART? i swoon every time i see your doodles on my dash i’m still not over those doodles of lilly and azure ;-; not to mention your edits are scarily good like shit dude teach me your ways. your takes on your muses are awesome man i love ur sonic he’s such a MEME. and elise !!! she makes me so emo god. thank u for your blessed portrayals of these characters ! @elektrisch-felidae​

YOU. precious is just, precious?? HAH. i love her, she’s so cool tbh. she’s so chill and laid back and seems like the kinda cool cat sonic can totally vibe with. you yourself are also rlly chill and fun to interact with--- even if we haven’t much so far. its no secret i just love sonic ocs so much and precious is just awesome. i love the idea of electricity powers. absolutely need to have sonic hang with her more ;;

@coldheartbeauty 

SPEAKING of cool cats with cool powers, i love raven. her sass is just super entertaining to see on the dashboard tbh. i have to see her and sonic get into a sass off one of these days. her powers are also really cool too ? she reminds me of blaze in a sense, but just completely different in her own right. i also just hella love your art style its so cute, your doodles are always adorable to see!! 

INHALES. ok. im done. if i missed anyone i am so sorry i ran out of steam. thank you all so much for making this rpc such an entertaining, dynamic, and creative place to be !!! 

[thatkidwhodreams]

The Lie

Chapter One

Masterlist

Prologue

Warning: Smut, playful insults

*Three Years Later*

You and Shawn have been together for three years and today just so happened to be your anniversary. It felt like yesterday Shawn asked you to be his girlfriend, he just walked right up to you whilst you were in the library doing a little homework (mostly procrastinating) and he started saying the most random things about you. You can’t lie it did scare you a little but then he sang you one of your favourite songs and you died right there.

You were planning to do something special for your man and that included getting a new set of lingerie. You headed into Victoria’s Secret with your best friend Sofia as she thought you needed some quality ‘best friend’ time. You looked through the plethoras of underwear and undergarments until you found the one you knew would blow Shawn’s mind.

Sofia insisted that she inspects what you pick for your big night. She was VERY picky might you add so it took awhile for her to be satisfied although she wasn’t the only one who was going to be satisfied today *wink* *wink*. Once you’d picked out your new set for tonight you paid for it and then headed out of the store. Victoria’s Secret would finally be out tonight.

Shawn was at work well, that was what he said so you and Sofia had more time to yourselves. You decided on a few tv shows and frozen pizza you might as well eat up before the exercise later. Shadowhunters was currently on and you and Sofia were lowkey hitting on Alec Lightwood.

“He’s so handsome, it’s too bad he’s gay we would’ve made a cute couple.” You spoke dreamily

Sofia threw a pillow at you

“Ow WHAT THE HELL!” You screamed a little dramatically.

“YOU HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND STOP HITTING ON ALEC AND LEAVE SOME ROOM FOR THE SINGLETONS!”

“SORRY” You replied sarcastically. “ I didn’t realise that I wasn’t allowed to like fictional characters.”

The discussion went on for hours from Stiles Stilinski in Teen Wolf to Jeff Atkins from 13 Reasons Why and how he was an adorable soul who deserved better.

“Let’s prank call Shawn” Sofia blurted out in sudden excitement.

“OMG YESSS GO AND GET THE BRICK PHONE THAT NOBODY USES!”

Sofia ran to the corner and picked up the Nokia 216. You took the phone off her and dialed Shawn’s number. It picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” A voice spoke from the other side.

You put on your best feminine voice higher than your usual one and spoke.

“Local sperm bank you jack it we pack it. Is this Shawn?”

“Erm….I think you might have the wrong number?”

“No, this is Mr Shawn Mendes right?”

Sofia was giggling in the background and you muttered a quick “shh”

You spoke again “Am I right?”

“Okay ma’am I think you might be confu-“ Shawn replied but you cut him off.

“You are the sperm donor right?”

“Erm…….” Then the line cut off. You and Sofia burst out laughing.

“What happened?”

“He hung up” you spoke as tears were in your eyes. “He was so confused.”

“Haaaaaaaa” Sofia’s mouth was wide open as she too was dying from this prank.

After a while you calmed down and had a sudden idea to get drunk for no reason after all it was still your anniversary.

Suddenly you heard the door open and a voice scream “I’m home.” It was a voice you knew oh so well.

“Sorry Sofie but bae is back!” You said rising from your current position. “Your presence is no longer required.”

“Hey! We were gonna get druuuuuunk!”

“Not today sis.”

“Before you go lemme just tell you, the craziest thing happened today.”

You and Sofia looked at each other.

“What happened?” You asked

“Some lady called me on an unknown number asking if I was a sperm donor for the local sperm bank. I don’t recall being a sperm donor.”

You and Sofia burst out laughing again.

“OH LORD!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY BABE I WAS TRAUMATISED!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You walked up to him and kissed him.

“Mmmhhhhmmm it’s okay I’m feeling a little better anyway.”

“Oh yeah? The only sperm you’re going to be donating is in here.” You guided his hands to your private area.

“Erm….I think I’ll take this as my que to leave.” Sofia said awkwardly

“Wait, nooooo don’t go.”

“I’M LEAVING NOOOOW. BYEEEE ENJOY YOUR STEAMY MAKEOUT SESSION WITH MORE TO COME LITERALLY MORE TO CO-!”

“OKAY YOU CAN GO NOW!”

Both of your eyes followed her as she headed into her car and drove off.

“Wow she is a handful.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Heeeeey what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You and her are like twins. Seriously, you’re like a Jack-in-the-box popping out at random times and giving people the craziest shock of their lives.”

You gasped and folded you arms with a slight pout on your face. “That was mean!”

“I’m sorry baby hey I got you something.” Shawn pulled out a rectangular box. You looked over at it and still pouted in the corner.

Shawn sighed “Please forgive me babe.”

“NO!”

“Okay but you’re still gonna see what I got you, it just might change your mind.” Shawn opened the box and your eyes narrowed to take a little glance at it, you were trying to be as discreet as possible. He opened the box and it revealed a necklace with Shawn’s initials on it.

“You’re full of yourself aren’t you?”

Shawn chuckled “No babe it’s a reminder and a sign that I’m yours. You have one with my initials and I have one of yours.” He pulled out a necklace which laid on his chest that was hidden in his shirt and on it were your initials nicely engraved. You couldn’t hold your grudge any longer so your walls broke right there.

“Awwwww Shawn that’s so sweet. I LOVE IT!”

“Oh I nearly forgot your surprise is upstairs. I’m just gonna go upstairs and get it. Close your eyes NO PEEKING!”

“Okay babe.” Shawn said as he smiled at his beautiful girlfriend and soon to be wife who just so happened to be you.

You headed upstairs and got undressed to put on the lingerie that Sofia helped you pick out. Then you headed a call from downstairs.

“Princess, are you nearly ready. I’ve been waiting for ages!”

You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see you do it. “Oh shut up! Your eyes have only been closed for three minutes!”

You heard him groan and sigh but you ignored him and carried on. Once you were done you looked at yourself in the full length mirror and adjusted a few things. You walked out of the room and stayed at the top of the stairs.

“Okay, you can look now.”

Shawn opens his eyes and his mouth was wide open.

“Babe……”

You didn’t know what was up but you began to feel a little self conscious. So you hid yourself a little.

“Do you not like it?”

“What! No babe I love it. You look so sexy right now.” Shawn groaned.

“Reeaalllyy?”

“Yes, ugh. I can’t even.”

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but all of a sudden your pride came back and you walked back into your bedroom knowing Shawn would look like a lost puppy and follow you.

“Hey! Babe, wait up.”

You giggled and sat on the bed cross legged and three seconds later Shawn burst in the room panting a bit. All the man did was run up the bloody stairs. It was only fifteen goddamn steps!

“So….this is my anniversary present right?”

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought it might’ve stayed there.

“What do you think?!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Shawn apologised.

You and Shawn has a playful relationship you’d just insult each other for no particular reason and pretend to be upset. But it all ended in kisses and cuddles later on.

You and Shawn just stared at each other like two pups in love until Shawn leaned forward and before you knew it your lips were moulded into each other. You leaned back into the bed leaving Shawn on top of you. Shawn broke the kiss taking his shirt off, your eyes seeing nothing else but his abs. Shawn continued to kiss you and leave a trail of kisses on your collarbone and down to your stomach.

“Babe, it’s not fair that I’m the only one taking something off.” Shawn said as he was about to tear your new bra off.

“Hey! Don’t tear it this is brand new okay. Be gentle.”

“Calm your tits! I’ll buy you another one.” And just like that he tore your bra open and you groaned in pleasure and annoyance. He muttered a quick “sorry” and continued his assault on your breasts.

You guided his hands down to your panties and bucked your hips into his hands.

“Shawwwnnnn!” You cried as he started taking your panties off in a more civilised way than he did to your bra.

You ran your fingers through his chocolate curls as he started pumping into you with his fingers.

“Gosh baby, you’re so wet.”

“What do you expect with you doing me like this?” You chuckled.

Shawn started laughing “Hush child.”

“CHILD?! I’m only two months younger than you!”

“Shhh” He said placing a finger on your lips. With his other hand he continued to pump into you and you moaned. He added another finger and began going a little faster, you were sure to break right there. Then he stopped.

“Heyyyyy!” You exclaimed and you hit his chest. He just kissed your cheek.

“Yup you’re ready for me now.”

“Ready for what? That tiny twig there? What’s its name again I think it was Frank or something.”

Shawn looked hurt but he knew you were playing around so he gasped in a fake manner. “Take that back!”

“Why should I take back the truth?”

“Because we know you want us and if you don’t take it back we won’t satisfy you.” He said getting up off the bed and walking out of the room.

“Wait you can’t leave me like this! Okay, okay I’m sorry! Come back! I need you!”

Shawn came back a few seconds later as he was hiding behind the hinges of the door. He didn’t really leave he was just waiting for an apology and if he didn’t get one he was planning on getting himself off.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Ugh I’m sorry, now please help me out. I know you need this as much as I do.”

You showed him your puppy dog eyes knowing that he couldn’t say no to you and just like that you had him wrapped around your little finger again.

He got back on the bed and finished what he was doing before and you sure as hell came.

He then started taking off his Calvin Klein boxers that he recently bought and modelled for you a few times. Now his ‘little’ friend was fully out.

“Are you okay? Is this ‘tiny twig’ too much for you to handle?” Shawn asked cockily (pun intended).

You scoffed “Pshh no of course not now hurry please.”

Shawn slowly slid himself into you and you moaned. He went a little slow at first, giving you enough time to adjust to him and he wrapped his mouth around your right nipple and started tweaking the other. Shortly, he switched and moved onto the other one causing you to let out a short groan which seemed to be contagious as Shawn groaned too. He began rolling his hips faster hitting a certain spot inside you making you scream and he shut his eyes harder which was a sign that he was about to come.

“I’m so close Shawn.”

“Me too baby.” He groaned. A few more thrusts later you both hit your highs and came together.

Shawn rolled off you and the two of you started panting like there was no tomorrow.

“So much for a tiny twig huh?” Shawn said sarcastically as he was holding you like a fragile being.

“Shut up!”

“Ha, I’m kidding. I love you so much babe happy anniversary.” Shawn kissed your cheek, nose then lips.

“I know right I’m amazing.” Shawn pinches your sides.

“Okay, okay I love you too honey happy anniversary I hope you enjoyed my little present.”

“I loved it!” And the both of you snuggled the whole night until you drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Two

A/N: This is my first time writing smut It’s pretty bad I know but I’ll get better at it. I’m not gonna lie but this is totally me if I was to ever be with Shawn. Feedback is always appreciated, I don’t bite.  ❤️

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous  asked:

hello can i request (more) woojin fluff? maybe an au where they both work together at a summer job out in the sun? thank u

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

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A brightly lit summer day with a cool breeze, fluffy cloud coverage and birds chirping melodically. It was picturesque, really.

Driving up the mountainside to your impending doom didn’t seem so bad while you were listen to music over the stereo, your windows rolled down and the wind whipping through your hair while the scent of pine tickled your nose.

You almost forgot for a moment that you hated this idea. 

With a quick look around the one-way, rocky-as-hell mountain road to make sure no one else was around, you slammed your hand forcefully down on your horn, letting out an elongated honk and scaring off a murder of crows in a nearby tree. 

“What was I thinking?!” you groaned loudly to yourself, almost louder than the music playing on your radio. “I don’t know anything about kids,” you said to yourself, suddenly lamenting your decision to become a camp counselor over the summer. 

You sighed, looking out over the charming scenery of the mountain-line and the forest below. You let out a heavy sigh. “Well... If I had to make a mistake,” you started, fully aware that you were rambling to yourself, “at least it’s a pretty one.” 

You pulled up to the camp entrance, the name carved into a totem pole and painted with wishy-washy brightness. It was the kind of name that probably meant nothing at all to the kids, but it made the parents feel safe and secure, so you supposed that was all that mattered. 

The camp had to make its money somehow. 

Your experience began with your car windshield getting pooped on by a bird within the first two seconds of parking, so suffice to say, all you were thinking was, “God, I hate nature”. 

You trudged your way to the counselors cabin, kicking up pine needles with your unfashionable worn tennis shoes.  

You took a deep breath when you reached the door, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t look totally done with everything on your first day, so you forced your most convincing smile onto your face.

Gingerly, you cracked the door open, peeking your head in. You were immediately greeted by the sight of five others, all close to your age. 

The girl who looked the most official—most smiley and least nervous—stood up from her desk with a bubbly hop of excitement. She seemed liked the chipper type, perfect for this type of thing. Her short-shorts, form-fitting shirt and high-and-tight-ponytail did nothing to make you like her anymore, but you still welcomed the fact that she didn’t give you a, “What are you even doing here, loser?” kind of look. 

“Hi!” the girl greeted cheerfully, giving you a wave. “You’re the new summer recruite, right?” 

You nodded slowly, trying to keep the smile on your face. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s me.” 

“Well, come on in, then!” she said, chuckling at your reluctance to fully open the door to the cabin. 

Paperwork, pleasantries, dumb ‘Get-To-Know-Each-Other’ games—the usual things that were to be expected at something like this. A little too forced, you’d say. But you didn’t mention anything on it.

There was one girl—Si Na-Young—who reminded you a lot of the head-counselor. She played along with everything she said, passing along the ‘Ball of Knowledge’ (literally just a beach ball with questions written on it in cheap sharpie) with a vigor that was just a little grating. Still, she had a nice speaking voice and kind eyes. 

She was probably just worried about fitting in. 

One of the boys there—he actually turned out to be younger than you—was named Yang Sang-Jun and he turned out to be kind of an adorable person. When he caught the Ball of Knowledge, he landed on, “When was your first kiss?”; by far one of the juiciest questions on there. 

His cheeks lit up like fireworks while he quietly explained, “I’ve never actually kissed anyone before...” A part of you worried that he was going to get totally demolished by all those eleven-year-olds. 

He seemed too tenderhearted for the world. 

The fourth girl in the room—Roe Sun-Ah—was just a little air-headed, but not in a dumb way; just a very innocent way. She’d gotten hit in the head with the beach ball multiple times, and every time, she just gave an adorably awkward giggle and apologized for missing it. 

Lowkey, you kind of shipped her and Sang-Jun. 

The last boy... He was pretty funny. His name was Park Woojin, and so far, all you’d heard spill out of his mouth was amusing wittiness and simple honestly, which you appreciated in this semi-suffocating situation. 

When the ball had gotten tossed to him, it landed on the question: “What do you like so much about kids?”. He just kinda chuckled at it. Everyone eagerly awaited his answering, leaning in a little to hear him better when he finally decided to speak up. 

You just sat back and what the response form in his head. His micro-expressions that he didn’t realize he was making was probably going to be the one of the more interesting things you’d see for eight weeks straight. 

“It’s not really the fact that I’m crazy about kids,” Woojin finally spoke, making the head counselor’s eyes widen. The first real emotion you’d seen out of her all afternoon. “There’s nothing wrong with them, I just don’t know a whole lot about them. You know, how to deal with them and stuff.” 

He shrugged. “I did this because I was sick and tired of my friends telling me that I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” he continued. “So... Hooray for peer pressure, I guess?” With that, he tossed the ball to you.

You hand landed on the same question. “I’m gonna keep this short as possible,” you said. You pointed to Woojin. “Same.” 

So in summary: your first day there and you already had a favorite. 

He made you chuckle. 

He remained your favorite for the first few days, the first week, the first two weeks, and even the first three weeks.  

You liked to think you were his favorite too, but you never got your hopes up. At the very least, you hoped he thought of you as a good friend. You’d been rooming together for those three weeks in the mountains, and your night normally included chatting until 3AM. Or until you got caught by the other counselors. 

Whichever came first. 

Sometimes you were exhausted in the mornings where you had to deal with the teaching, and the screeching, and the making-sure-no-one-fell-off-a-cliff-ing, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

It was way too much fun to randomly starting singing children’s songs or ask each other random, existential questions like: “Do you think the means or the end are more important?” and “Is what we perceive reality or just a construct of our own minds?”. 

Usually, you just asked each other those things to get a good laugh when you tried to answer seriously; but other times, they would lead to those long, drawn-out (but never boring) conversations that lasted until the sun came up. 

Much like tonight. 

“Okay,” you started quietly, trying your best not to get caught out by the other counselors. Plus, your cabin was close to the campers’, and if they got woken up, they always had trouble going back to sleep, swearing that there were bears out in the woods. 

Your head was propped up on your arm as you stared at him from across the room. You both had bottom bunks while Sun-Ah and Sang-Jun slept on the top bunks. Yet another reason why you had to keep quiet during your late-night chats. Luckily, they slept like rocks.

“I have a good one tonight,” you continued. 

Woojin flicked off his reading light and set his book on the floor. He turned to face you with a huff, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the room. “Hit me,” he said, mirroring your position and resting his head in his palm. 

“What is our biggest mistake as humans?” you asked, proud of yourself for the deep question. You expected another comically bull-crap answer like: ‘Existing’, but tonight seemed to be one of the nights that he took the question seriously. 

He hummed thoughtfully. “Our biggest mistake?” he echoed. You nodded, even though that chance of him seeing it in the dimly lit room was quite low. ‘I think our biggest mistake as humans is not making a big enough effort to understand,” he said. 

You quirked a brow. “Explain.”

He clicked his tongue, trying to think up a proper answer. “It’s just... We’re all so quick to judge and make accusations, and I just think the world would be a lot better if we all just made an effort to understand. Like, even if we don’t agree, we don’t have to fight over it, you know? Just let it be.” 

“I get what you’re saying,” you started, “but shouldn’t you also be willing to fight for the things that are important to you?” 

He hummed in agreement. “That’s true, but you also need to know the consequences for fighting for those things,” he said. “We all have to take responsibility for our actions; good and bad. They’re all there.” He flopped onto his back before continuing. 

“If you do something bad, own up to it—but if you do something good, there’s still backfire you have to deal with. You can’t whine about the crap you have to go through afterwards, ‘cause it’s literally what you sign up for when you decide to make a difference.” 

You nodded. “I can get behind that logic,” you said. You mimicked his position unintentionally, falling onto your back. “It’s your turn.” 

“‘Kay,” he answered. “I’m gonna give you a deep one, too. Answer seriously.”

You flashed him a thumbs up, trying the reach your arm out far enough for that it’d be in the line of moonlight filtering in through the window. “Will do, chief,” you said. 

“What do you think your purpose is?” he asked, his words hanging in the air and his deep tone getting stuck in your ears. 

You were impressed. “Wow,” you chuckled. “You don’t disappoint on the deep ones, huh?” 

He shook his head, unbeknownst to you. “Nope,” he said. “I have good follow-through.” 

You felt yourself smile. “Good to know,” you said. You took a deep breath, thinking about his question seriously. “I think my purpose is... To do the best that I can,” you finally decided on. “We only have one life, and sometimes we get so obsessed with that notion, we think that we have to reach for perfection, but that’s not the case.” 

She rolled onto your stomach, resting your chin on your pillow and kicking your blankets away from your tangled-up feet. “If you’re focused on making no mistakes while you’re alive, you’re not really living. You’re being so careful that you’re killing your soul, and I think that sucks,” you said. 

“You just need to go along with every moment, choosing the path that seems the best for you at that time, and if you screw up at one point, oh well.” You shrugged. “If you never made the mistake, you’d be stuck with the ‘what-if’s, and that’s just as painful as the mistake itself,” you said. 

There was a brief silence. 

“Wow,” Woojin finally breathed out into the darkness. “And you don’t disappoint on the deep answers.” 

You chuckled. “I have good follow-through,” you said, mocking his deep tone. 

He threw a pillow at you, missing you by a mile. “Oh, shut up!” he laughed quietly. “This got too intense, so... Tea or coffee? One, two, three.”

The countdown was too fast, but you followed along nonetheless. “Tea!” you answered. He made over-the-top gagging noises from across the room. 

“What now, Weird-jin?” you huffed, using the nickname you’d given him on the second week after he decided the only way to get the campers to stay in the Mess Hall was to tell them that he’d transform Sang-Jun into a llama and he’d spit on all their sandwiches. 

He chuckled. “I don’t know, just ‘cause,” he said. 

You covered your mouth with your pillow, muffling your laughter. “You are such a freak!” you said. 

“Takes one to know one,” he clapped back. 

You scooped up the pillow he’d thrown earlier, tossing it back at him and immediately shutting him up. Let’s just say: your aim was a lot more accurate. 

This is how you two had been with each for three weeks. And it’s how you continued to be with each other three weeks later. 

You both stood outside under the calming warmth of the morning, it being about an hour or two before the campers woke up. You’d been given the task of watering the flower patches and Woojin had made the command-quality decision to tag along and keep you company. 

“Why’d you come out?” you asked, focusing on your task but still vaguely aware of his presence close at your back. 

He shrugged, kicking up a few stray leaves. “’Cause it’s been six weeks,” he said simply. 

“What’s that mean?” you asked, quirking a brow. 

He took the hose from your hands, mumbling a quite ‘my turn’. “Well, camp is eight weeks long, right?” You nodded. “Six weeks has already gone by, so we’ve got two weeks left, yeah?” 

Your shoulders sagged a little. “Yeah... I guess so,” you said.

“I’m just trying to make the most of it,” he said. “I mean, the only time we really get to talk just the two of us  is when it’s around midnight or we do chores like this. Otherwise, we’re just getting snotted on by kids, but somehow still enjoying it.” 

You chuckled a little, shaking your head at the thought. “Those kids have kinda grown on me a little,” you said. 

He joined in the laughter, a smile pulling at his lips and showcasing his snaggle-tooth. “Me too,” he admitted. “Just a little, though. They’re still super annoying.” 

“So, you don’t want kids when your older?” you asked, crossing your arms and following him while he wandered across the flower patch. 

He hummed suggestively. “I didn’t say that,” he said cryptically. 

“So you do?” 

He quickly turned the hose on you, spraying you for the shortest second before turning it back on the flowers. “Depends on whom with,” he said, a cheshire-grin on his face. 

Your jaw was hanging open. “Did you just—?” 

“Spray you?” he cut you off, finishing your sentence. He nudged your side playfully. “Maybe I did.” 

You scoffed. “Screw you, Weird-jin,” you said. You stole the hose from him, giving him a good soaking. 

“That was way more than I did!” he laughed, wiping some droplets off his chin. He reached out to try and grab it again, but you angled out of the way, making the water arch in the air and create a lovely rainbow in the sunlight. 

The whole thing ended with you both running around the clearing, yelling and screaming the early hours of the morning and spraying each other as you wrestled the hose back and forth between the both of you. 

In the end, you were both soaked and breathless, but you both had silently and mutually agreed that you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“You’re a fighter,” he panted out, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Most would’ve given up by now.” 

You shrugged and mimicked the way he pushed his hair back. “I’m stubborn, I guess,” you answer. He chuckled at you. “What?”

“Why do you always do that?” he asked. 

You pulled your shirt away from your body, wringing it out a little. “Do what?”

“Copy the things I do,” he said. 

You froze. You hadn’t noticed it before, but you supposed you did have a tendency to imitate him. “I... don’t know,” you answered honestly, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I guess it just happened naturally.” 

He smiled. “It’s cute,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up,” you huffed. 

He stood there, staring at you for a moment. He put his hands in his pockets, though it was a little difficult considering how damp and sticky they were. “Can I ask you something?” he said. 

“Sure, whatever,” you said, still sulking. 

He walked forward. “Can we make a promise?” he asked. 

You raised a brow. “O...kay?” 

He pulled one hand out of his pocket, holding out his pinky. “Promise me that after eight weeks is up, we’ll keep in touch.”

Slowly, you wrapped your pinky around his. “Well, duh,” you replied. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

He chuckled. “As we do, yeah?” 

You nodded, a small smile growing on your lips. “Yup, I guess so.”

He looked devilishly proud of himself. “You just agreed to be my girlfriend,” he said. 

Your eyes widened. “What?” you stuttered, trying to pull away your pinky. He kept a firm grip. “When did I agree to that?” you scoffed. 

“Just now,” he said, smiling. He could read the look you were giving him. “It was in the fine-print.”

You looked away from him, your cheeks heating up. “You’re incredible.” 

“Do you not want to?” he asked, looking at you with the most innocent eyes you didn’t know he could make. 

There was a beat or two of silence. 

You shrugged. “I didn’t say that...” you said, bringing the biggest grin to his face.

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So... M A Y B E I love him, but we’re not gonna get into that right now. 

I had such a good time writing this, Anon! I hope you enjoyed it and that you stop by again. Thanks for the awesome request!