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Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief

The time comes for mourning, old memories and harsh truths.

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Warnings: Extreme slow burn, angst, mentions of Aemma’s traumatic birth scene, Y/N kinda being a headass, Daemon being an ass, Viserys hate club

Word Count: 2.8k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter was later than expected 😭 i got a bit sick after the concert I attended yesterday (1975 was great but goddamn the crowd was inactive asf) I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

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The day was beautiful. The sun hung bright and brilliant in the blue sky, and the smell of salt and sand permeated through the air, along with a slight whiff of smoke from the magnificent dragon situated at the top of the hill, its beady eyes cast upon the crowd of mourners clad in black.

You stared numbly at the raised dais where Aemma’s embalmed body laid. Little Baelon was next to her, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Aemma would have reacted, had she known the life that had been taken from her in the hopes of letting her babe live, was now naught but sand scattered in the wind: utterly useless.

Rhaenyra stood next to you: the both of you keeping a fair distance from Viserys. Tears were welled up in her purple eyes, but she did her best not to let them fall, attempting to maintain her calm countenance. She reminded you much of yourself when you had lost your mother, mourning, and unsure on how to express your grief.

Daemon spoke to Rhaenyra hushedly, the both of them conversing in High Valyrian. You did not deign to translate the faint snippets of their conversation that you overheard in your head, despite your decent grasp of the tongue. You barely noticed as Rhaenyra inched forward gingerly.

“Dracarys!” You kept your eyes fixed upon Aemma and Baelon’s funeral pyre as it was set alight.. The hot whoosh of flames fanned across your face, and everyone took a step back unconsciously to avoid the heat, but you didn’t feel anything, not as you watched the body of your dearest friend and her ill-fated son burn away to naught but ashes.

Daemon did not know what to make of today. Grief was a stranger to him: even though he had seen the deaths of his mother, father and grandfather, the depth of the feeling eluded him. Mayhaps there was something wrong with him: given how much death there had been in the later stages of his grandsire’s reign, it was a wonder he was unfeeling at funerals. Still, he found no sense in dwelling over the dead. The dead were the dead, and sorrow would not bring them back.

He was about to depart from the cliffs, and mount a horse back to the Red Keep, when his gaze befell upon a most strange scene. His brother, and…Y/N?

Rhaenyra had already ridden off on Syrax back to the Dragonpit, and most of the royal retinue had already retreated back to the Red Keep, unable to stand the sweltering heat, but his brother was here, talking to Y/N, who by now, was becoming ostensibly more and more like she would rather hurl herself off the cliffs than suffer in his brother’s presence for any longer. Viserys’ expression was earnest, mournful, and any man would have softened at the pitiful state the King was in, but Y/N seemed to have none of that. He wondered just what was going on, considering how Y/N was always close with his brother. ‘At least, she was always much more jovial with my brother than with me,’ Daemon thought darkly.

“Brother,” Viserys turned to face Daemon as you breathed out a sigh of relief, glad to no longer be the centre of Viserys’ attention anymore. Try as you may, you could not shake the lingering sensation of disgust in your gut whenever you laid eyes upon Viserys. Your mind constantly kept flashing back to that horrific scene on Aemma’s deathbed, of the incisions and the realisation of what Viserys had ordered dawning on you when he couldn’t quite meet your gaze. What affection you had for your childhood friend was slowly dispersing into rage and grief, as you struggled to reconcile the jovial and amiable man you once knew with the reality of a man who was callous enough to sacrifice his wife to gain a son.

Startled when you felt a hand placed firmly on your shoulder, steering you away from Viserys’ bewildered form, you glanced up at Daemon, but he said nothing as the both of you walked away from the King. After a while, when you had both reached the ends of the cliffs, he finally let go of your shoulder. The both of you were silent, staring out at the blue sea, as you both awaited for the other to break the silence.

“Why did you pull me away from the conversation?” you murmured. “I could tell how uncomfortable you looked,” Although his gaze was directed towards the bay, Daemon’s voice was soft. “You were practically begging to get out of the conversation.” “And here I thought my many years at court had made me better at veiling my emotions.” “With how long we’ve known each other, byka zaldrizes, it would be an insult to me if I couldn’t see past your facades,” Daemon remarked dryly. He began strolling along the length of the cliffs, and you quietly followed suit.

“...thank you. I…he may be my king, but I am of the opinion that if I had to suffer in his presence any longer, I might punch him.” you admitted, gratitude and exhaustion tainting my voice. Daemon let out a soft snort, “I thought you would have learnt that assaulting a royal never does you any favours.” “You’ve known me for so long, Daemon, in the face of anger, I never did seem to possess the ability to think rationally. What’s more, I think Viserys is deserving of it.” You could feel your heart starting to pound furiously again, the scene of Aemma laying in bed, covered in blood…brutally slit open, her eyes opened wide in death and her expression of agony flashed repeatedly into your mind, making your stomach roll unpleasantly. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, and. you bit your lip in an attempt to stave them off, tilting your head away to obscure Daemon from the view. He said nothing, only offering you a handkerchief. You took it, dabbing at your tears lightly, trying to calm yourself by inhaling the salty scent of the sea air.

Daemon watched her with inquisitive eyes. He had heard rumours of how close Y/N was with his sister-in-law, but with the weight of her grief becoming increasingly apparent, he finally understood the extent of their bond. His heart filled with a strange tugging sensation, but he dismissed it as just the oddity of seeing Y/N cry. In his boyhood memories, he always regarded her as this strong-willed, fierce and irritable little girl. To see her cry was…it made him feel strange. The Y/N of his boyhood seemed so contrasting from the Y/N in front of him now. He had seen Y/N’s physical changes since girlhood, and now he was witnessing the emotional changes. Uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers, about to offer his condolences, but he remembered how much she hated it when he professed his grief at her mother’s passing, and stopped himself. The sight of Y/N dabbing at her tears however, became more and more excruciating for him to bear with every passing minute. He longed to do something, anything, to lighten the tension between them, but what could he say? It wasn’t like comforting his niece, with the Queen that she was serving dead, Y/N might as well have been a sailor lost at sea, with no compass. So instead, he had to bite his tongue as he waited for Y/N to snap out of it.

You clasped the handkerchief tightly between your fingers, suddenly feeling the traces of embroidery on it. You glanced at the handkerchief, and saw a familiar pattern of lily flowers across the fabric, in your stitching. “I didn’t know you still kept it,” you turned to Daemon, surprised. “I thought you would have shredded it years ago.” “Well, it would be rude of me to intentionally ruin a gift, especially one made of a gesture of goodwill, my lady.”

Your fingers traced the orange lilies, biting back a smile at the memory behind this handkerchief. Once, in your childhood, you had been most wroth to discover Daemon had stolen your favourite doll and ‘accidentally’ ripped it. In retaliation, you had snuck into his room one night and emptied the contents of his chamberpot on him. Aghast, your mother had ordered you to make a truce with him by sending him a gift. Reluctantly, you sewed him a handkerchief, but to add insult to injury, you didn’t embroider a noble or rare flower on it, such as roses or carnations, but rather, you had chosen lilies. Although it was considered a flower of elegance, the colour of the lilies conveyed otherwise. To put it plainly and unpleasantly, they were one gigantic “fuck you” to Daemon. You couldn’t help but snigger as you recalled his reaction to the handkerchief: his face had twisted most unpleasantly, and he’d looked downright murderous, but since Prince Baelon and your mother were in the room, he could only swallow whatever insults he wanted to churn out and grunt out his thanks, much to your triumph.

The lilies had turned a little yellow with age, regardless, the handkerchief looked well kept. You returned the handkerchief back to him, his fingers brushing against yours in a lingering touch as he took it back. “For what it’s worth…I am truly sorry for your loss, Y/N,” Daemon offered gallantly, “I know how close you are…were…with my sister-in-law, and she was a great woman. She was always kind to me, at least.”. Normally, you would have teased him for his uncharacteristic politeness, but Aemma’s death had drained all the fight left in you. “I thank you, my Prince,” your voice was hollow.

Your next few moments were spent in silence, as awkwardness ensued. Daemon was nigh close to throwing himself off the cliffs. He was thoroughly unaccustomed to dealing with grief. He wonders if he had made the right decision when he chose to spirit you away from Viserys. At least the royal party had departed now, but it made it all the more difficult for him to leave Y/N alone on the cliffs.

“Do you know…what he did?” your voice was tremulous, barely a whisper, but it anchored Daemon back to reality once more. His forehead creased, he said quietly, “I’ve heard. It was…dreadful to say the least.” “Truth be told, I do not know if I could ever…bring myself to forgive his act of cruelty.” “He is your king,” Daemon said, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice. “And your friend of many years.” "As was Aemma, Daemon,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness.

Wishing to broach on this topic no more, you turned your conversation to something else. “Now that he killed both his wife and heir, what do you suppose would happen to the succession now?” Daemon notes with intrigue that your tone has taken a sharper tone toward Viserys, and he couldn’t fight the small sliver of smugness he feels at your distaste. Perhaps it was childish…but he always disliked it when you spoke about Viserys with such reverence, like he could do no wrong in your eyes.

“He still has an heir,” Daemon reminds her, “Me.”

You scoffed slightly, “I think you’re forgetting Rhaenyra. She is the King’s only trueborn daughter.” Daemon was annoyed, “A brother’s claim triumphs over a daughter’s.” “You’ve never paid any attention to the laws of Andal succession then.” “We are Targaryens, byka zaldrizes, what regard have we for those fucking laws?” Daemon snorted, “Moreover, Rhaenyra is but a child, besieged with grief. The right choice of heir for the stability of the realm should be me.”

“You’re just using Aemma’s death as a way to further your own ambitions,” your tone was accusatory, and Daemon wanted nothing more than to shove this infernal woman off the cliffs. Why did everyone always think the worst of him? “I can assure you, that contesting the heir to the throne is the least of your worries right now.”

You narrowed your eyes, “And what is that supposed to mean?” Daemon let a smirk play out on his face, “Now that my sweet sister-in-law is dead, what do you suppose will happen to you?” You blinked, confused by his sudden mention of your future. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Daemon.”

“You are well aware that since your tenure as lady-in-waiting to the Queen is at an end, you will most likely be sent home to the Reach, do you not?” Your voice grew annoyed, “My focus now is on mourning Aemma, she was my friend, Daemon. As for what the future holds, I do not care about that.” Daemon let out a snort of laughter, “Are you sure about that, Y/N? It might not be the wisest course of action, you know.”

You stopped in your tracks and gave him a frosty glare, “And since when did you care about my wellbeing, Daemon?” Daemon chuckled mirthlessly, “I do not. However, since my late sister-in-law harboured a form of affection for you, however of an annoying little brat you may be, I believe it in my responsibility to give you a warning.” “I have no need for your warnings,” you said brusquely.

Daemon leaned forward, his violet eyes gleaming with savage delight, “Perhaps you should think again then.” He drew back, circling around you as his eyes watched you like a hawk. “With the Queen dead, it would be inevitable before you are summoned back to Highgarden. Tell me, what are you to do when you are ordered to wed by your father, hmm?”

You bit your lip, disconcerted. But it was all the answer Daemon needed to carry on. “You no longer have any reason nor power to retain your status at court,” he mused, looking down at your stiffened form. “And when it comes, your father will summon you back to Highgarden. And you shall be wedded off like a prized pig to some lord, who could be balding, old, or ill-tempered. Or all three. Who knows?” He hears your sharp intake of breath, and he could see it clearly now. Your fear for this sort of fate.

“Whether you like it or not, you must worry for your political standing. Even if you hate to make merry with my brother, you will have to stomach it.” You finally snap, your eyes ablaze, “I will not. Why should I give a damn about my political standing anyway? Should I refuse to go home, my father will not force me. The King will not force me.”

Daemon laughed, the sound bouncing off the cliffs. It was a rough, jagged laugh, more out of dark bemusement than of any joy. “Byka zaldrizes, it seems you’re even more of a fool than I imagined. You might have matured in terms of your visage, but I see your immaturity still shines through.”

Hurt by his words, you could only keep silent. Your mind was racing. You didn’t want to admit it…but you could see some truth in his words. Viserys could heartlessly give the order for his wife to be cut open, he would not defend you from something as simple as marriage. He was after all, a father, and a king to boot. He would sympathise with your father’s claims of duty to your house.

Daemon’s voice was chiding as he spoke. “There is no doubt my brother will take a new wife after this. After that, there will be a new queen in court, a shift in power. And you?” he reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ears. “Will be naught but a speck in the past. The new queen might be someone you are not acquainted with, and she will surround herself with an entourage she is familiar with. One which you will not be a part of. Who will protect you from your father’s will then? Certainly not my brother, if I know him.”

You saw the sense in his words, but a certain sort of rebellion still blazed in you. “I would never allow myself to be used by my father this way,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly. “I am a grown woman now, and I can make my choices.”

Daemon looked down at you, something akin to pity on his face. “If that’s what you think,” Daemon’s voice was soft, “Then you are a naive fool, my lady.” Abashed by his words, you could only look down, feeling lost. It was too much for you to deal with: mourning Aemma and Baelon, your newfound disgust and fear for Viserys, and now, terror for your future. You couldn’t deal with this. Not right now, maybe not ever. You weren’t used to this sudden weight of realisation, of burden on your shoulders, and Daemon could tell. He always could.

The two of you stewed in despondent silence, before Daemon sighed, “Come, my lady. I should escort you back to the Red Keep.” You have a great deal to think about, his violet eyes seemed to whisper to you, making you feel even more unsettled. You nodded hesitantly, and he offered you his arm, before the both of you walked back to the remaining wheelhouse in a silence that was much colder and contemplative than before.

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biggie-chcese · 4 months

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Ummmm can I get a frickennnnnnnnn yomi hecksmile for the bingo

GIVE IT UP FOR THE DOUBLE BINGO WOOOO

rain code spoilers and LONG rant below:

yomi hellsmile is one of if not the funniest character in rain code. i was delighted nearly every time he was on screen because his over the top, camp-level Saturday morning cartoon headass evilness captivated me. i like his design but dont find him particularly attractive. i am just thoroughly entertained by the way that he looks like a hazbin hotel gijinka. i mean this in the most positive way possible. it's so fucking funny. when i first saw mr Red Hair with the emo bangs grinning at me and then a name literally meaning Hell Hellsmile flashing across my screen, i had to pause to laugh. what the fuck. this character is great.

the fandom doesnt get it and just hates him for the ch 2 scene or kicking yakou or whatever and like, yeah sure he did all that shit. but he's so funny. nearly every line of dialogue is golden. he should be on a reality TV game show what's bro doing being a cop

as for some other opinions... i do think that yuma should've been able reap his soul in ch 4. i dont have any desire for revenge for yakou or whatever. i just think there'd be something narratively compelling about makoto literally making use of the detectives and yuma's book of death as indirect hitmen for both of his biggest obstacles (yomi and huesca) so his hands would stay "clean" of this crime. using yakou to be rid of huesca, then using yuma to be rid of yomi. it feels strange to me that he had to do all that shit just to get some files. come on bro. just have sex with yomi and steal his keys while he's distracted or some shit. why do people have to die for some tax fraud records. yomi and the peacekeepers dont even put in much effort to hide their assholery and corruption. it's right in your face. WHAT would leaking this information do??? you're the top ranking official besides yomi so who are you even showing this evidence to???? the other knowingly corrupt peacekeepers and Amaterasu officials who benefit from yomi's rule?????? world's greatest mind, my ass. anyway tldr; it's an unsatisfying and somewhat baffling conclusion to yomi's downfall that just kinda makes makoto's plan seem unnecessary and silly. despite this, i didn't fill the "canon isnt real" bingo slot because i dont ignore canon i embrace it! i just have my gripes about this particular plot point

regarding the thing in chapter 2 that makes Everyone uncomfortable... i also dont think martina is a helpless innocent victim girlboss queen or whatever. like she was all down for all that toxic shit until bro brought out the cube machine n she was like "wait you're like. Killing me killing me? damn." like she just didn't wanna die. but she was into the sadomasochism stuff. that much is clear. she would return to him in a heartbeat if he was back in power.

ANYWAY wow i sure talked a lot abt a character who isn't even a personal favorite of mine. the brainrot isnt as strong but believe me when i say i love this guy.

#ask #rain code spoilers #yomi hellsmile

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colorseeingchick · 3 years

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Valentine’s Affections (Kageyama, Oikawa, Kuroo)

I adore Valentine’s day! Love is in the air and chocolate is in my stomach. But for you and these boys? Well... it’s a lil more complicated than that.

A/N: We are going to completely ignore the fact that valentine’s day was a full 3 months ago. Love is always in the air on this blog !

Warnings: Light swearing? Maybe? Lotsa fluffy stuff beware cavities.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama stares hard at the vending machine in front of him. Now, this was far from a new situation he found himself in- he found himself in front of this very vending machine every single day. But the stakes were much higher this time.

Strawberry, or chocolate? Which would be a better gift?

Early on he decided against chocolates, cuz it felt too obvious. He opted out of a note, cuz he wasn’t articulate enough for that. And for the same reasons a verbal confession was completely out of the picture. So here he was, in front of the vending machine, hoping you would accept his love, or at the very least, the milk carton as a token of it.

He decides on the strawberry milk, because the pink carton color reminded him of hearts, so he was hoping his love message would be real clear!!

As he approaches you in the gym, he feels the nerves stir in his stomach. You’re surrounded by the other first years, excitedly chirping at Tsukki and Yamaguchi while Yachi and Hinata jump up and down around you (for what reasons, who knows) now that clean up is over. The second and third years weren’t that far away either. But he knew he’d have to do this sooner than later.

Kageyama stands pensively behind you at a slight distance, awkwardly shifting weight back and forth between his feet. Finally, he finds the guts to call out to you. “Y/N...san.” Alright, maybe it was more like a mutter. No one had heard him, but Hinata had noticed his presence.

“Kageyama! There you are.”

All eyes shift to him, including yours. The heat rushes to his face as he hides the milk behind his back. “Boke! What do you want!” He only gets redder as his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N-san!” He yells a bit too harshly. But you don’t flinch, you just smile. “Yes, Tobio-kun?” Gah, your voice is sweet as always, and he doesn’t even know what to say.

Stepping towards you, he essentially shoves the milk into your hands before turning around and marching out the door.

You stare at the carton quizzically, while the boys in the gym collectively let out a heavy sigh.

“Was that… supposed to be a confession?” Daichi’s disbelief was evident.

“He does that every day though,” Hinata comments, clueless.

“But today’s Valentine’s day, there’s probably more to it, right?” Ennoshita curious.

“Of course that’s the way that idiot would do it.” Tsukki is snarky as ever.

But you don’t hesitate to run back into the club room, a determined look glued to your face.

“Y/N san! Where are you going?” Hinata calls.

“Let them be, Hinata. They have something to take care of.” Suga has a glint of amusement in his eyes.

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Kageyama tries to calm down as he aggressively drinks his chocolate milk. But he’s jittery all over when you pop up next him.

“Tobio-kun, did ya really think you could just throw me a box of milk and then split? On Valentine's day? Tsk Tsk.” You smile as you move to stand in front of him. Words are far from his physical capacity at the moment, so he opts to just stare at you instead.

“But by the way,” you pull the carton from behind your back in your left hand, and shake it in front of him, “Accepted.” He feels his heart melt in relief. You understood what he meant. At least he thinks you do. You always understood him somehow, even though he wasn’t great at communicating.

“And also…” Your right hand appears now, a small box of cutely wrapped chocolates snuggly fit into your palm, “this is for you. Please, accept it.”

His eyes go wide in shock. For some reason, this was not what he had expected (though everyone else knew it was coming). His heart now swells with an indescribable feeling that he never wants to stop experiencing.

“And this too... unless you want me to stop...” He doesn’t know how else you could potentially make him fall apart more than he already had- but he got his answer when your hand grabbed onto his collar and tugged him down to your height. You placed a slow and gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Tobio-kun, I like you.” Yeah, his heart wasn’t ready for that one.

Oikawa Tooru

“Thank you, Suki-chan!” “So sweet, Maki-chan!” “These are delicious, Haru-chan!” First period hadn’t even begun and Oikawa had already been swarmed with gifts. But despite the time he spent basking in the affections of his little fans, his eyes were trained on you, watching as you happily handed Iwaizumi a cute little box of chocolates. Oikawa saw how his best friend smiled, and he saw the way you buried your face into Iwa’s chest when he hugs you. He decides to ask you about it at practice.

“Y/N-chan!! You know what day it is today!”

“How could I forget when I see my favorite setter drowning in more chocolates than usual?” He ignores the unidentifiable tone in your voice and presses on.

“I saw you give Iwa-chan some~”

“Yes I did.”

“Sooooo~”

“....so what?”

“Where are mine?”

“...I…”

Iwaizumi steps in, his hand protectively grabbing your shoulder. “What’re you harassing Y/N for, Shittykawa. You got enough chocolates already didn’t you? No need to be greedy.” Your eyes are glued to the floor, but Oikawa just sighs and waves it off.

“Sorry, sorry, Y/N-chan! I just figured your chocolates would be so tasty I was jealous Iwa got some~ but I’ll be waiting for them next time!” If only you knew, I would rather eat a single one of your sweets than all the other sweets combined.

He tries to forget the incident until he hears his doorbell ring at 9 pm. “Tooru! You have a friend who’s come to see you!” He’s surprised to see you waiting at his gate, face flushed, breath ragged, and hair ruffled.

“Oikawa-san!” You say with determination. “Y/N...chan?” He walks towards you, confusion and concern clear on his face.

“Oikawa-san…” the confidence fading as he comes near. You look away from his face as you outstretched your hands, a cute, small pink box with a tiny bow on it in hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you chocolates earlier today….I just....” your hands retreat to your body, box still grasped. You look down at your feet once again, so you can’t see his eyes go wide. “I thought about making you some sweets yesterday but, I always knew you had so many fangirls and I didn’t wanna get in their way, or worse, make you see me as one of them… so I didn’t. I’m sorry. I, I didn’t consider you would feel left out. So I made these for you after school! Will you please accept them!”

You look up at him finally, only to see tears streaming down his face. “Oikawa san? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something that-”

“I’m sorry Y/N-san, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. But are they really for me?”

“Mhm!” You hand them over, in anticipation of what he would do next. He opens the box, pops a chocolate into his mouth, and then smiles.

“Just as I expected- it’s perfect.” He steps towards you once again, and wraps his arms around you, tightly. “You’re nothing like the rest of them, yanno. You’re very special to me.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Happy Single’s Awareness day!” You sing-song at the boys standing in front of your gate, the sun peeking out over the horizon.

“Just jumping over Valentines, then?” Kenma asks you, his face hidden in his switch.

“Yep! Nope! Not for me~ don’t need a valentine!” You’re carefree as you stroll ahead of the two of them, hands thrown behind your head. “Giving Valentine’s are dumb. Right, Kuroo!”

Kenma takes his time to pull his nose away from his switch to let his cat like gaze fall on his best friend, who’s been awfully quiet this morning. He knows why.

“Do you agree, Kuroo?” He asks, probing.

“...Yep. What type of headass buys into Valentines-” He criticizes.

Kenma knocks Kuroo’s bag with his elbow, his gaze transforming into a glare. You do, Kuroo. No chickening out.

Kuroo’s grasp on the bag resting on his shoulder tightens, well aware of what he has to do.

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After school was over and practice was done, Kenma got dropped off at home because he wanted to go home early, for some reason. So now it’s just you and Kuroo, laying on the hill by the bridge, bathing in the hues of orange and pink as the sun sets slowly.

You stretch out on your back, relaxing onto the grass underneath you. “Man, did ya see all those idiots handing out valentine’s? So cheesy.” You close your eyes and pull your hands up to cushion your head, turning your chin up. Kuroo rests on his elbow, angled so that he can watch you as you talk, his hand scratching his head soothingly.

“ Who wants dumb chocolates anyways? You think these chicks would get sick of all the chocolates they get. Hmph.” He watches as your mouth twitches down, eyes squeezed tight.

To be fair, both of you were acting...different today. Kuroo can read you like a book, and even how he can still pick out the unease you’ve been tryna hide all day. But his own nervousness and jitters keeps him quiet.

As you both sit in silence, stewing in your feelings, Kuroo lets out a deep sigh. Now or never. You hear him rustle in his bag as he pushes something over to you. You open your eyes to see a small box by your shoulder with a cute lil cat sticky note pressed onto it- reading, “be Mine, Valentine? :3”

You freeze for a second, processing what he pushed over to you. You look up at Kuroo, who’s now turned his back to you, sleeping on his side.

You open the box and find a cute cat bracelet inside. “Kuroo?”

“You’ve been trashing valentine’s chocolates for a while now- so I figured I’d get you something better. It’s cheesy, I know. Don’t “at” me.” He stays, turned away from you.

You take your time to pull the bracelet out the box, letting heat rise to your face.

“Did you do this just because…? To make me feel better, or-”

“Still a headass huh.” He finally turns around, and you’re glad to see that his own face is as red as yours feels.

“Kuroo… do you, like me?”

“Damn, you’re gonna make me say it huh?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah I like you. Now hurry up and reject me so we can go back to being normal and I can get over my damn nerves. I hate not being myself.” He mutters as his lips twitch into a pout as he rests his bedhead into the grass, hands caressing his neck.

You take a second before crawling over to him, watching him in silence.

“You’re an idiot, too, ya know.” He peaks one eye open, to give you a questioning look. “Now help me put this bracelet on.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. I’m never taking it off.”

“You serious?!”

“Of course I’m serious.”

His Cheshire grin breaks out onto his face as he sits up, closing the gap between you two.

“Oh? Does someone like me back?”

“Yeah someone does. Now are you gonna help me or not.”

In that moment, you don’t think anything can compare to the sheer joy in Kuroo’s eyes as he carefully clasps the bracelet onto your wrist, wrapping his strong fingers around yours.

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hologuts · 3 years

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SK8 the Infinity protagonists playing Mario Party

Reki - Doesn't really know or care about the advanced strategies, just wants to have fun with his boyfriend, best friend, gay dads and disaster bi uncle. Probably feels a little bad when he loses :( but still a good sport

Langa - Probably only playing because Reki and the others are but ends up having a blast and probably kicks ass because "yeah that sounds right"

Kojiro / Joe - The only strategy he cares about is screwing people over if it directly benefits him. Aw you were close to that star?? nOT ANYMORE IT'S MINE NOW good sport tho. Good at any minigames that nintendo had to provide protective gloves for /hj

Kaoru / Cherry - Knows the boards in and out, knows every probability and what he can manipulate and what he can't, "Carla which star spaces have been deactivated" headass. All the math and stuff probably helps him keep a level head this game is anxiety incarnate sometimes!

Miya - Can and will RUIN YOUR LIFE during the last five turns. probably also knows a lot of the strategies but does not have a carla.

Hiromi / Shadow - Joe but not even just when it benefits him. Just all the time. He hates you. He hates your whole family. Ends up running out of coins before getting to the star bc he spends them all trying to screw people over at every opportunity lolol

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 headcanons #reki kiyan #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #sk8 joe #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 cherry blossom #miya chinen #hiromi higa #sk8 shadow

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Hey I’m the anon from the short posts earlier and I didn’t mean to hurt you or be rude so sorry if it came off that way. Although you tried coming at me w that response “or will this be too long for you to read” headass like bitch I’m not stupid. I’m in hs and in English honors I wrote that coming home from school lol.

Anyway if you read my message again I never once said you needed to fit the reader to my liking nor did I ever say you needed to change anything about your fics. I just said there’s a reason why short drabbles do better THATS IT LOL. You can’t expect everyone to like your writing or even want to read it when they can’t see themselves in it. Not everyone reads “for the experience” or to appreciate writing. Most just read because we want to imagine ourselves w our fav characters so again don’t get upset that your (oc reader) doesn’t appeal to everyone. And don’t say I have the “audacity to think that a stranger should know the inner workings of the reader, who is also...a complete fucking stranger” when I never said that so don’t put words in my mouth. I also never said I don’t read long fics because I do. I have a ton that I absolutely love and reblog tf out of. All I said is not everyone likes reading long fics especially when they can’t relate to the reader. It was funny when that other anon said something like “you have the option of exiting” like that’s literally what I do and that’s why longer, personalized fanfic doesn’t do as well. That was my point lmfao.

Like I say it’s nothing personal nor does it mean your writing isn’t as good as other peoples it just means not everyone is going to like it n that’s something you need to be aware of my guy. Personally I like confident, funny, outgoing, girly, feminine readers and obviously not everyone likes that and some people prefer the complete opposite and that is okay! I’m not upset abt it nor do I demand authors to change their stories to fit my ideals. I never have and never will hate on authors doing what they want w their stories because it’s theirs and not mine. I just move on from it and read something else. Of course longer fics deserve more appreciation but you have to admit short fics get more attention for a reason.

Well let's address your reading comprehension first, "my guy". My blog specifically says 18+ only and you say you're in high school honors English sooo. Please kindly leave my blog, my space is not meant for you.

Second I don't know why you feel the need to defend yourself to myself or my platform. You're on anon so there is no name to defend.

Lastly leave my blog as this will be my last response to you.

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every1studio · 5 years

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REQUESTED:“reaction to booty smacking”mafia edition [ateez]

genre: suggestive

ficstyle: reactions + bulletpoints

request: “ Henlo! I wanted to see if you could mayhaps do an Mafia!Ateez reaction to you backhanding them after they smacked yo booty in their own club cause you didn't know who they were?💀 thank you ily and I love your works omg - 👻 a new anon “

note: tysm for the request + hope you enjoy

You didn’t want to go out tonight.. But your friends insisted since you finally broke up with that headass of a boyfriend. You gave in; they invited you to a hard-to-get-in club and it was pretty packed. You knew it belonged to one of the most known mafias in the city so it made you feel a little uneasy. It didn’t take long for you to start enjoying yourself until you felt someone smack your ass. You were caught off-guard because wasn’t a light love tap; you felt the hand linger for a while. Until you turned around and backhanded them in the face...

HONGJOONG

(type: mischievous dom)

you saw the bouncer come for you as he yelled, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU LIL-”

but the guy that you slapped raised his hand and shooed him away

the bouncer left

you were surprised that a little guy like him would have any authority over a big bouncer

“still I startle you sweetheart?” he made his way to the seat across from you

you crossed your arms at him, “even in a club setting, that would be considered as sexual harassment..”

he peeked through his eyes as he cracked a little smirk

“I like how that word sounds from your mouth.. sexual..”

you couldn’t believe this guy; you scoffed as your rolled your eyes

he’d use playful yet sensual skinship; practically ghosting over your skin

“whatever..” you turned to leave but he slithered his arms around your waist and pulled you in

he cocked his head, “I wasn’t done talking to you yet, sweetheart..”

you tried to push him by his chest as you tried to threaten him

“if you don’t let go, I’ll find the person in charge and-”

“and what? seduce him? you’re already one step head of yourself, love..”

you were about to speak up but you realized that HE was the person in charge

you left your mouth gaping as you were trying to comprehend the whole situation

he tilted your chin up to look at him, “keep on leaving that mouth open like that and I’ll give you a reason to keep it open..”

you quickly closed your mouth and looked at your friends for help

but they were just encouraging you to make a move

even though he wasn’t the tallest or the buffest guy, he definitely knew how to use his playful charms

he let go of you and gestured over to the bars

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

SEONGHWA

(type: godly dom)

Seonghwa’s eyes went hungry as they scanned you as you walked into the club

you were definitely not a regular at his club and he wanted to “get you know you” more

he makes sure that you were as beautiful as you were in all different angles and lighting before he pushes himself out of the circle of girls that were leaning up on him; they were disappointed to see him on the move with his eyes obviously on you

Seonghwa was the type of guy who had girls run to him; it was never the other way around

never

he couldn’t help but look at how good you looked in your outfit; it look like it was made for your body

he walks over to you and leans in from behind you, “you look good, but you’d look better with me ramming my dick in that ass of yours”

before you could react or say anything, he slaps you on the ass

this causes you to backhand him in the face

the only thing you felt was his strong jawline

and when you looked up, the only thing you felt was fluttering in your chest

despite of how incredibly handsome he was, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely taken back by his actions and words

“you definitely hit harder than the bouncer of my club.. I guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can you, sweet pea?”

(his club?) your thoughts echoed as you pieced together that this man in front of you was the head of a well-known mafia

he was completely unfazed at your actions but he was completely infatuated with you

“I-I’m sorry..” you didn’t want to be involved than you already were, you had suspicious people staring at you

but he held you back and pulled you into his toned abdomen

he’d use his godly features into his favor

you didn’t want to flutter.. but your body had other thing in mind

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

YUNHO

(type: appearance? dom, personality? masochist)

there was a eerily and deathly moment that you had ever experience in your life

it had occurred to you that you had just use your full strength to backhand the owner of this club that you were at

aka the head of a known mafia

he bore holes through your entire body

his dominating aura was present and it was oozing

you didn’t want to back down but you felt your confidence slipping with every second that passed by

he chuckled before grabbing the wrist of the hand you slapped him with

he couldn’t believe this luck of his

rarely, Yunho was able to find a lady like yourself who had a little more rough around the edges

he wanted to prove himself that you were THAT lady

Yunho pulls it up to his face to caress it

then he uses your nails to firmly and slowly drag it down his body until it got to his LV belt

“that rough hand could be doing more important things”

you just stood there in shock

you thought he would be more rough with you but it was the biggest reversal of the century

he closed the space between you two, brought your hand through his hair and made you tug on it for dear life

he hisses through his smile, “time starts now”

he would buck against the hard material of your outfit

every movement was a grunt of satisfaction

as you found some sort of dominance over this big hotshot of a guy

YEOSANG

(type: prince charming)

he thought you were some other girl when he swung his hand onto your ass

like any other girls reaction, you slapped him back on the face

you held a strong eye contact with him; letting him know that you were not the one to mess around with

but your friends pulled you back

murmuring things along the line of how important the man before you was and that you all should leave asap

but in the midst of all of that, how could he ever mistake you for someone else?

you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever come across

he was completely captivated; like one of the rarest edition of drones that he has yet to attain

this was his chance to use his one of many charms

he wraps his arms around you and offers you an “apology” drink

his actions seemed like it did a whole 180 degree turn right before your eyes

Yeosang instantly became the sweetest guy you’ve ever met

you would be the only person he would be paying attention to from then on

giving you the royal treatment; every girl’s dreams

wouldn’t be EXTREMELY aggressive but he would know how to lead you like a gentleman

Yeosang was both a prince and a mafia leader

SAN

(type: psychopathic yandere)

San always gets what he wants

no one could ever go against that

until you decide to be the only person that shined brightly in such a dimly-lit club

San fell for you at first sight

he wanted to make sure that people knew NOT to even approach you

he wanted to make you his; right there, right then

the sound of San’s hand against your ass resonated throughout the whole club and over the sound of the music

you yelped in pain

you had turn to try to slap him in the face

“WHO ARE YOU T-”

but he was faster than you

he caught your movement by grabbing your wrist and leaning in for a makeout sess

as if the ass smacking wasn’t obvious enough, San really wanted people to know that you were one to be reckoned with

although his hair was in his face, you knew that face from anywhere and you gave into fear and let San rummage your body like fine china

he left the softest kiss on your forehead before shifting all of his weight on his back leg; taking all the view of you in

the soft kiss was the complete opposite of what dangerously, reckless things he was known for

now you were stuck between flight or fight

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

in fear, you nodded in agreement

little did you know, you signed up for something that you didn’t want to be apart of

because you knew what would happen if you even denied him once

MINGI

(type: the dom/scheming rascal)

you definitely felt someone smack your ass; hard

you could barely stand

but in a crowded club setting, you couldn’t find the culprit

your friends were scattered and you couldn’t move from your spot

every nudge, shift, or movement made you want to accuse them of smacking your ass

which is still stinging at this moment

Mingi watched you the whole time

he didn’t think he’d like to see your reactions this much

he finally shows himself

“what’s wrong are you okay? you seem like you’re on edge..”

you sighed; finally you can lean on someone who didn’t seem so threatening

“someone smacked my butt earlier and I’m feeling pretty unsafe..” you spoke to him with doe-like eyes

he wanted rile you up like you riled him up

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

Mingi, a mafia leader, who probably has a bounty on him, who also owns this club, was completely smitten by your not-so-innocent whines

WOOYOUNG

(type: sheep in wolf’s clothing)

although Wooyoung was an infamous mafia, ruling the underground kingdom, he wanted nothing more but to be in love

he wanted to be in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him

he wants an unattainable spice in his life

no one ever satisfied him

that was what he thought until you came into his club; his territory

he did what he knew

that was to be rough

that’s his style; his brand; his signature

he made his way to you as if the only people that were in the room was you and him

he raised his hand high to strike his hand down onto your ass

feeling confident, he would try to say something snarky

but he was interrupted by the back of your hand smacking against his chiseled face

this was a new feeling; girls would fall to his feet and lick his shoes without asking but you were the difference he needed in his life

not only were you were on another level of beauty; you were on another level of spice that he never had before

he couldn’t handle your spice and he loved it

he pulled your face in to feed his craving but you pushed him away

you knew who he was and you were scared but you couldn’t let him treat you like all the other girls

Wooyoung shifts his face backs to you as he smears your lipstick that was on his lips

“I’m gonna make you fall for me..” he challenges

“bite me” you barked back as you leaned in to show that you weren’t all that afraid of him

but that slightly changed when he hoisted you up onto his shoulder

you couldn’t fight against his strength as he makes his way to his “room”

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he was already planning cute little dates he wanted to have with you but he’ll never be able off of his brand; out of habit

JONGHO

(type: sugar daddy who’s looking for a mama)

he was the YOUNGEST mafia leaders ever known

and he’s become quite successful

but he was tired of playing with younger girls

they were predictable

he laid eyes on you when he saw you

you had a different aura about you

you weren’t looking to be taken care of

you were definitely a boss lady; a dragon lady

you had already shooed away 3 guys since you just walked into the club in which he owned

you sat at the bars and ordered The Oldfashioned

which was Jongho’s favorite drink

before you slipped the bartender your black card

Jongho took it from you and nodded at the bartender as he nodded and left to attend another customer

you gave Jongho a side glance before taking a sensual sip

you turned your body to him as you crossed your legs and reached for your card before he teases you with it

never breaking your calm, you huffed, “whatever, it’s not like I need that card anyways”

you downed the drink and left

Jongho smirked as he mumbled, “playing hard to get, huh?”

he came up behind you and smack you in the ass

the moment he smacked you, you turned around to confirm that it was him before slapping him back in the face

Jongho’s face only slightly tilted to the side from your relatively strong slap that would send most guys on the ground; but Jongho wasn’t any guy

he pushes you up against the wall, “bet you never had a man treat you this roughly..”

you being unable to say anything, fed him into his dominance over a sexy, older lady like you

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

~end

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omisbreakfast · 4 years

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Heard you were doing a thing where you roast people based on their 2 favourites. Mine are way to easy: Itaru and Banri oh and my third is Azami though I don't think it'll redeem me...

people i immediately classify as clowns : masumi, itaru, banri, sakyo, tasuku stans. if there’s at least three of your favs on that list, i have every rights to laugh at you. yes, yes, i make the rules.

THAT BEING SAID....

... no words. ya like them trashy, stinky, bois? is this what you’re into ?

this pair is so popular within the fandom i’m getting concerned,,,,,,,

you would flirt with them subtly (and they would pick up on it) in order to get their attention, but, except if you’re the director, they will NOT give you the time of the day. (and if you’re working at itaru’s company but yeah). so that’s already a good start.

want to have video games sessions with them, and even if you’re not into video games, you’d probably want to be squished between the two of them on itaru’s couch.

you’re probably like “it’s okay, once you learn to tolerate banri’s fashion sense you can tolerate anything g from him”....... FUCKING HEADASS???????????????? either you’re as bad as him on clothes or you’re blindsided by your love for him. in either case, what the actual trippity fucking fuck,,,, i would fistfight YOU and HIM

think itaru’s storyline is very deep and does not understand why so many people clown him because really, he’s not that bad. he’s just.... a little confused. but at least he’s got money, and a stable job. which is more than most people at mankai. wise women once said (me and my friend, who’s also an itaru stan) “itaru is at his most attractive when he opens his wallet and shut his mouth”, and i live by that shit.

send me your 2 favs characters from a3! and i’ll roast you based on them!

#a3!#a3 #ask #and no azami is a good boy but it won’t save you from going to HELL #smh ITARU AND BANRI stan *points with finger*

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deluxedolans · 5 years

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1) ur beautiful 🥰 2) WHAT about e talking in his sleep and it’s the most random, jumbled sentences that have no meaning whatsoever but it’s just so cute and he doesn’t believe you when you tell him in the morning hehehe

SKSKS KACE 🥺 thank you so fricken much!! i love you ☺️ you’re the cutest baby ever! also, thank you so much for sending this in💙

why can i picture ethan mumbling headass little lovey things in his sleep whenever you sleep over? i can see ethan just being so lowkey excited that you’re sleeping over that it even comes out in his sleep. you guys are in the stage of your relationship where you don’t live together yet so you have sleepovers whenever you can. ethan always loves to have you right under his arm and head tucked into his chest right where he knows you’re safe and his contentment can’t be contained.

you would be on your phone scrolling, showing him a funny meme every so often. now, normally ethan tries his hardest to make sure you’re asleep before him—he always wants to make sure you’re comfortable and all set, especially, when you’re sleeping over his house. but today, he just can’t keep his eyes open. he eventually drifts off to sleep, his fingers embedded in your after, midway through running them through it.

“babe, watch this tik tok,” you say, reaching up to shove the phone in his face, only for you to discover ethan has fallen asleep. ethan’s chin rests on his collar bone in exhaustion, his mouth parted as snores escape his mouth softly. your mouth can’t help but turn up in a smile as you observe; your heart swells at the fact that a strong guy, like your boyfriend, can also be so soft and child like as he holds you in his arms.

as you reach over to shut the lamp light off, ethan, subconsciously pulls you back in his lap, preventing you from doing so. “don’t leave—s’my turn to do it.” he’s mumbling, pulling you deep into his chest.

clearly in the middle of a dream, you can’t help but snicker and wriggle away a bit to shut off the light. “night, ethan.”

“wish you were here,” ethan mumbles back, his neck burying itself deeper into your skin, eye lashes tickling your sensitive flesh.

these are some variations of other random things you’d hear throughout the night:

“no, y/n’s my girl, not yours.”

“pretty as a cucumber, yes she is!”

“gray, she’s all mine, not yours!”

“so beautiful, love you.”

“don’t look at her...too pretty for ya.”

“my heart feels’like s’n a volcano...just you’re making my heart race.”

just TONS of random ass mushy stuff throughout the night that all indicate that he’s lowkey been dreaming about you 🥺 when you wake up to tell him he is so blushy and embarrassed and DENIES IT, even though grayson has called him out for the same thing several times before 😏

#asks #dolan twins #ethan dolan #ethan dolan fluff #grayson dolan #concept

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gaystuartlittle · 5 years

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Masterlist!

Last updated: 2/9/20 Works: 23

First off, here's my ko-fi! Feel free to send me a cup of coffee if you enjoy my work! As a broke ass college student, it is greatly appreciated!!

Also, I'm always accepting fic requests! I love getting prompts, so please shoot me an ask!

Multi Chapter

move in, mess my place - ao3 (words: 33,998 - rating: E)

Stan motions to the two new guys in the room. Eddie doesn't even have time to focus on Bill, because he's too distracted by the lanky boy sprawled out across his bed. With his dark curls and pale skin, it's undeniable. It's the guy from last night."Well, hello there, princess." Richie says with a smirk, and Eddie can feel the flush in his cheeks. Fuck.

i'm so impatient when you're not mine - ao3 - sequel to move in, mess my place (words: 32,048 - rating: E)

He wished he could have been more emotional, more vulnerable with Eddie. He wished he hadn't run away just when things were getting good. They could have stuck it out, made it through the summer. They could have called and texted and video chatted and wrote letters and any other thing, too. Richie wished they had.

embrassez-moi, s'il vous plaît - ao3 (words: 10,251 - rating: E)

When Eddie looks up, Richie is watching him intently, really listening to what he has to say. He looks gorgeous as he focuses on Eddie's words. He finds himself fighting the urge to kiss him, which would be inappropriate. This is his job for crying out loud. He can't just go kissing the person he's tutoring, even if he is the most beautiful human Eddie has ever laid his eyes on.

let's pretend - ao3 (words: 18,615 - rating: E)

"See, now we could easily solve this problem with you just pretending to be my boyfriend for the weekend for this wedding. I don't actually know how it solves your problem, but it does solve mine! And then we would be living in a rom-com," Richie joked.

"Okay," Eddie says. His casual response makes Richie do a double take.

baby, the streetlights are calling us *WIP* - ao3 (words: 2,901 - rating: T)

There were a few new faces, but he had been in classes last semester with a good deal of the people. Some of them he didn't know in person, but he recognized from instagram. His eyes landed upon this one boy, sitting on the other side of the room and talking with the people around him.

He looked so familiar, but Richie couldn't figure out from where he knew him. While he was looking, he couldn't help but think about how cute the boy was. He was trying to remember his name when Bev leaned over and whispered, "You've got heart eyes already, Tozier."

"I think I'm in love with that kid over there," Richie said, nodding his head in the direction of the nameless boy.

Oneshots

all i really ever want is you - ao3 (words: 2,102 - rating: E)

richie and eddie are just both so headass for each other, and finally they both realize it.

a christmas gift - ao3 (words: 1581 - rating: E)

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents” + “You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??” + “Just how much eggnog have you had?”

make me scream for this - ao3 (words: 3,041 - rating: E)

"Can't miss my flight, Eds. You said it yourself," Richie replies with a grin, leaning down to kiss Eddie's forehead. And now Eddie feels like he's going to burst because his dick is so hard, and he can never make himself come the same way Richie can. The thought of his own hand is barely enticing, but that doesn't even matter, because just as Richie is about to open the door, he turns back around and brings his lips to Eddie's ear, whispering, "And don't you fucking come while I'm gone. I'll know, and then you won't be coming for another week."

god in jeans - ao3 (words: 2,041 - rating: T)

Give me more of your love I believe in Heaven above Come and give me life Show me what it’s like to fall into your arms

Ask Prompts (found on ao3 here)

“I hope you choke on that watermelon seed” (words: 999 - rating: M)

“I said no more dogs, and what did you do?! GOT ANOTHER FREAKING DOG” (words: 1000 - rating: T)

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.” + “I locked the keys in the car.” (words: 1151 - rating: T)

"normally i'd say no, but i'm on my 14th candy cane, so why not?" (words: 761 - rating: G)

"secret santa is bullshit" (words: 1049 - rating: T)

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” + “Tell me what you want for Christmas” (words: 965 - rating: G)

nerd!richie/jock!eddie (words: 915 - rating: T)

phone sex with mean dom richie (words: 858 - rating: E)

double penetration (words: 658 - rating: E)

jealous/possessive richie (words: 1446 - rating: E)

daddy kink/overstimulation (words: 1453 - rating: E)

touch starved eddie (words: 741 - rating: M)

whiskey dick (words: 802 - rating: E)

sugar daddy richie (words: 1213 - rating: E)

#caroline writes #masterlist #reddie #fanfiction #fanfic #reddie fanfic #it chapter one #it chapter 1 #it #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #james ransone #bill hader #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #mine #oneshot #multi chapter #fluff

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years

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Offstage

A/n: y'all about to get on me for doing another Jisung imagine………..shut up he is my soulmate okay.💕💕💕 if I got request for other people I wouldnt do him as much😂😂 also this is probably one of the longest imagines ive ever written holy crap

Member: Han Jisung ft Bangchan, Felix, Changbin, and Seungmin

WARNINGS: Swearing (it’s me guys come on, also tumblr I put it in the warnings stop flagging my posts), Jisung being the cocky bitch he is.

Summary: The Dance Dept. and Theatre Dept. have never gotten along. It’s just the stereotype of the arts. However, the teachers are done with that and have decided to include the Dance Dept in the school’s musical this year. What happens when the Queen of the Thespians and the King of the Dancers are forced to cooperate?

Genre: fluff, comedy, romance, enemies to lovers, highschool au, theatre au

“WE’RE WHAT?” I screamed at my closest friend, Bangchan. He took a deep breath before putting his hands on my shoulders. “Y/n, it’s not the end of the world.” No. This was the end of the world.

“Chan, we aren’t seriously letting those cocky small-brained dancers into the show are we?” He nodded and placed a stack of papers on the table. “I just got the notice from Mrs.Kwon.” Fuming, I flopped down in one of the auditorium chairs. I had worked my ass off to get to the status I had in the theatre department. This was my third lead and I wasn’t about to let some dancers ruin the show I cared about.

“Think about it this way. Legally Blonde is a huge dance show. Now some of the pressure for choreography is off. I talked to this guy Felix and he said he would choreograph.” Chan was my best friend and he was graduating this year. This was his last chance to direct one of our shows before he left. If he had to compromise….then I guess I could. “How does Seungmin feel about this?” A crash was heard from the wings.

“MINHO! I NEED YOU TO NOT DROP THE $300 SET PIECE! PLEASE!”

We both flinched at Seungmin’s loud voice. “He’ll be fine……probably. He’s the Stage Manager he is used to problems popping up.”

“MINHO! I SWEAR TO GOD!”

He sighed and shifted through the papers on the director’s table. He looked stressed. This was obviously not how he wanted his show to go. “You want me to stay with you for the extra auditions?” Running a hand through his hair, he turned to me with a tired smile. “No, it’s okay. Woojin wanted to go wig shopping with you anyway. We can’t have a brunette, Elle.” Playfully he shoved me up the aisle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! List will be posted outside.”

My eyes bore holes into the clock on the wall. I tried to drown out the loud boys next to me. Felix and Hyunjin were part of the dance department and had too much energy in my opinion. The second the bell rang I sprinted out of my seat and raced to the auditorium. Seungmin and Woojin stood in front of the call board when I arrived.

“What’s up?” Seungmin turned to me with a look that could kill. “Why are there dancers in my show?” Shrugging I turned my eyes to the list and scanned through the names.

“Technically it’s Chan’s show-”

“IT’S MY GOD DAMN SHOW TOO!”

“Ah Fuck.”

The two boys turned to me and asked what was wrong. Without another word I pointed to a name next to the male lead spot. “Han Jisung,” Woojin read aloud. A loud laugh could be heard coming down the hall. We all turned to find Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin strolling down the hall towards the theatre. They stopped when they saw us.

“L/n.”

“Han.”

“Tightass.”

“Douchebag.”

“You want me.”

“To jump of a cliff? Yes.”

Smirking he ran a hand through his brown hair. “See you in there.” If only real daggers ended up in his back instead of my glare. “Can he even sing? How could Bangchan give Emmett to that……asshole.” Sharing a look the two of them shrugged before opening the door of the auditorium and entering.

The house lights were on and Chan was standing at the edge of a stage with a clipboard. I took a seat in the front row next to my friends Irene and Changbin. Seungmin and Jeongin joined Chan on stage and waited for everyone to quiet down.

“Welcome guys and congratulations for making it onto the Legally Blonde cast and crew!” Everyone clapped and cheered as Chan smiled broadly. “I’m Bangchan your director. This is Seungmin, your Stage Manager. And that is Jeongin our Assistant Director. Cast if you have any problems come to me or Jeongin, and crew you can go to Seungmin.”

Chan hesitated before speaking again. “Just make sure it is a real problem before going to Seungmin. We can’t have another Little Mermaid fiasco again.” The theatre kids laughed, but an obvious silence came from the dance crew.

“Okay. Y/n once again is our amazing lead!” I smiled and waved to my friends who were cheering. “And we have a new addition to the cast! Han Jisung will be playing Emmett, and Hwang Hyunjin will be playing Warner.” I felt eyes on me and turned to find Han smirking a few rows back. Rolling my eyes, I turned back around to listen to the rest of the cast being read off. I congratulated Changbin for getting Callahan and continued half-listening to the rest of the speech.

After the welcoming speech, Chan handed out the scripts and wanted to go directly into blocking. He told us the scene number and the characters needed jumped on stage. Chan amazingly lead and directed us through starting positions for the scene while answering Felix’s many questions about choreography.

Han was polite enough. He took Chan’s coaching well and did okay for his first day. I almost forgot that he was a major dickhead for a moment. Bangchan decided to not do musical numbers on the first day but told us to go home and practice for tomorrow’s first Saturday rehearsal where we would start doing choreography and songs.

My old car sputtered to a stop in the school parking lot. I was maybe an hour early to rehearsal, but that never hurt. I pulled my crop top down and adjusted my leggings and flannel. Reluctantly, I came ready to dance today.

On my way to the auditorium, I passed the dance and stopped when I heard a voice.

She was so close she could taste it

She’s gotta chip on her shoulder

Guess you never can tell

With little Miss Woods comma Elle

Hesitantly I entered the dance studio with my duffle on my shoulder. I was shocked to see Jisung standing in front of the mirror focused on adjusting to the high note, repeating the last few bars over and over again.

“Maybe try singing from your diaphragm.” He jumped at my voice and turned, shocked to see me leaning against the wall. “I mean, you aren’t bad. You just need a little coaching.” I threw my duffle on the ground and walked over to him. It was then I noticed something different about him. That cocky, confident, headass air he had was gone. He looked almost nervous as I came to stand in front of him.

Grabbing his wrist I placed his hand on the upper part of my stomach. “With little Miss Woods comma Elle,” His eyes widened and stared straight into mine. “See. It’s a completely different muscle.” He nodded and continued looking into my eyes.

“Now you.” Placing my hand on top of his I moved it to his own stomach above his diaphragm. “Go on. Try the last stanza.” He looked down at his stomach and took a breath of hair before looking back at me. “Guess you never can tell, with little Miss Woods comma Elle,”

“Yeah! That was great!” I didn’t seem to notice the smile that spread across my face. “Feel better doesn’t it?” He nodded, shocked at his own voice. “That’s actually really cool. Thank you.” He grabbed a water bottle near his bag and handed it to me.

“No problem. You aren’t as bad as I thought you were going to be, Han.”

“Just because I’m a dancer doesn’t mean I can’t sing.”

I shrugged and took a small sip of his water before handing it back to Jisung. “So what is this show actually about?” I laughed and took his script which was sticking out of his bag. Surprisingly it was marked up with notes, and question marks, and highlighted to all hell. “So there is this girl, Elle, that’s me. And after a terrible breakup with her boyfriend, Warner, ‘Hyunjin’, she decides to follow him to Harvard law school so she can win him back.”

“Okay. But he broke up with her?”

“She’s not very smart.”

"Anyway, she goes and she realizes she sucks at law school. So she meets you, Emmett, who is like a Teacher's Assistant who grows a soft spot for her. He helps her study and she actually gets really good at law. So the whole story is about overcoming adversity and stereotype and self-worth and strength. And Elle actually ends up telling Warner off and ends up with Emmett."

Jisung nods along and listens intently the whole time I speak. "This must be your favorite show if you know so much about it." I shook my head and sat down against the mirror. To my surprise, Han sat in front of me. “No. My favorite show is a little more morbid than this.” He scoffed and took a swig of water.

“Aren’t musicals like all happy and we love life and let’s all sing a song!”

“What is it that you think we do?”

“That.”

I sighed, seeing the stubborn personality he had start to shine through. “Listen if you are going to be in this show you have to understand that theatre is a way of expression.” He looked down at the floor. “Like...dance?” My eyes shot up to his face. “Yeah, actually. It’s not enough to just act the character’s feelings. You have to think of them as a real person and find a moment that you can connect to their feelings.”

He seemed kind of spaced and simply stared at me. “Well- um...my friend is in a show next weekend and I think it is a show you might really connect with. Would you maybe want to go? I mean, to see what theatre is actually like.” Why was I offering this to him? I didn’t care. Well, I care about the show.

“With you?”

“It could be like a bonding thing. I’d rather not hate my co-star.”

“Okay. I’ll see you next weekend.”

Looking at the time, we both scrambled to get our things and race to the theater. I couldn’t help but smile at Jisung as we both sat in the back row listening to the schedule being called out.

Nervously I twisted the ring on my right hand. Since when did I become nervous to see Jisung. It had only been a week of rehearsals, but somehow I had grown to like him. He was nice and cracked jokes with me in between scenes. Jisung had also stayed behind several times to help me with choreography.

I smoothed out the dark green dress I had chosen to wear. Was it too tight? Irene did tend to call it my ‘Ass for Days’ dress. The heels I was wearing were also starting to hurt. I stood outside the theater waiting for Jisung. The sun had just started to set and my friend Rocky sent me a text that the show was starting soon and he reserved my seats.

“Holy shit...”

Looking up I saw Jisung stop in his tracks. His eyes looked me up and down, but not in a lustful way. More like a surprised way. I couldn’t help but look at him the same way. He wore a casual fitted black suit and a white dress shirt underneath without a tie. His brown hair which was usually fluffy and tousled was now purposely parted on the side and combed through.

“Hi...”

“You look grea-” “You look beautiful-”

“Sorry...”

Holy fuck. He only looks hot because he is in a suit. That’s just science. All guys are hot in suits. It’s totally not because his hair looks great and I could see how slim his waist was compared to his chest. Oh fuck. He is in suits for the entire second act. Am I going to think like this every time I see him in a suit?

“We should go in!” I said interrupting my own less than pure thoughts. He cleared his throat and nodded, closing the gap between us as I turned to go inside. I mentally scolded myself for blushing when I felt his slender fingers grazing my lower back.

Once we (mostly me) were emotionally and hormonally safe in our seats, the two of us started talking. “So L/n, what is the show called?” He turned to me with a nervous smile. It’s not cute Y/n. It’s the suit. I swear to god it’s the suit. “It’s called A Chorus Line. It is a very dance-heavy show and the actors don’t leave the stage unless it’s intermission.”He nodded and looked around the auditorium for a moment before turning back to me.

“What’s it about?”

“Oh. Um. Well, it is about an audition for the ensemble of a Broadway show. And it talks about the lives and trials each person has had to go through just to be on stage. It’s a really great show.”

Just as he was about to speak the lights dimmed and the orchestra picked up. Throughout the show, I tried to focus on Rocky as he played Paul San Marco, but I couldn’t keep from glancing at Jisung. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by his reaction. He listened intently to the stories and monologues and when intermission came around he asked me all sorts of questions about the show and which character my friend was.

The lights dimmed once more and I couldn’t help but notice that Jisung’s hand gripped the chair tightly during the scene where Paul fell and injured his knee. Worried I looked up to see slow quiet tears on his cheeks. I turned back to the stage and looked up as the scene progressed. Carefully, I let my hand graze over his and I held it lightly. I heard him take a breath and glance over at me, and I hoped my face still seemed intent on the performance.

I tried to ignore the way my heart started beating faster when he moved his hand to lace his fingers with mine.

“I really do appreciate this opportunity to work with you.” My fingers pushed a piece of blonde hair behind my ear as I sat down on the desk near Changbin. We were running the assault scene in the wig and with full set today for the dress rehearsal. Usually I would have met up with Jisung and worked on lines together, but his call time was later than mine. “I have learned so much.” I could see Changbin give me the signal with his eyebrow. An almost ‘are you ready’ secret message that we had between us.

“No, what you’ve learned isn’t the point. You have instincts...and instincts, legal instincts or otherwise can’t be taught.”

His fingers tapped on the desk while he sustained eye contact. If I hadn’t known it was fake, a shudder would go down my spine. My ears picked up the auditorium door opening and closing, but I remained in character, waiting for Changbin to act on his cue.

“Trust... your instincts.”

There was a pause and I continued acting oblivious. ‘Suddenly’ Changbin’s lips were crashing against mine and his hands were groping at my ass. After waiting for my cue from Hyori, I pushed Bin away and did the slap we practiced. Bin laughed quite sleazily and touched his cheek. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Awesome! Let's change the set for Elle and Emmett.” Bangchan called from the director’s desk.

Turning I saw Jisung standing in the middle of the aisle, his grip tight on his backpack. He wore the tank top and sweats he always wore after coming from dance practice and a backwards white cap. Even from the audience I could see a mix of emotions on his face, and none were good. Things between Jisung and I had become more flowing. It turns out it wasn’t just the suit. However, I didn’t want to get into anything serious with my castmate. I didn’t even know if he liked me.

I jumped off of the stage to let Seungmin yell at the underclassmen to move sets. Running up to Jisung I greeted him with a smile. “Hi!” His face still looked sad, but he tried to cover it with a small smile. “Hi...I saw your scene. You were great. I almost couldn’t tell you were acting.”

“Thanks! You look cute in hats.” Playfully I grabbed it, letting his fluffy hair loose and placing the white hat over my blonde wig. “Yeah well, I like your natural hair better.” That same sad smile came over his face. It didn’t quite reach his eyes and I was surprised I took notice of a detail so small.

“Hey...you look nervous. Are you okay?” My hand reached out for his arm and he looked down at the touch. “Yeah. I’m fine, Y/n.” I smirked and looked up at the boy before putting the hat back on his head. “What? No more L/n?” He shrugged, but I saw a flash of a smile. “Will you help me with choreo after rehearsal?” He nodded and tossed his stuff in a chair next to Hyunjin. With a smile I thanked him and walked over to Bangchan who gave me notes on the next scene.

Three hours later Jisung and I were in the dance studio running over the biggest number I had. “And mark the lift, 1 2 3 4. Good!” He smiled and turned off the music.

“I mean, you aren’t bad. You just need a little coaching.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Jisung used the same thing I said to him on me. “Well what have you been doing the last four weeks, huh? Should I ask Hyunjin to help me instead!” Laughing I jumped onto him and playfully pulled him down to the floor. He rolled me off of his chest and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me.

“Nah. I’m much better than him.”

“Really. Should I tell him that?”

“.......Since when are you so close anyway!”

He jokingly yelled. That bright smile beamed on his face and ran all the way up to his eyes. There was a moment of comfortable silence and we just lay looking at each other. In that moment, I started to question if he didn’t have feelings for me. Then he broke the silence.

“So, how do you do that thing?” He looked down at the hardwood floor. “What thing?” “You know...you and Changbin. It wasn’t real.....right?” He looked up at me, almost hopeful. Pushing my self up, I sat cross-legged and looked down at him. “What? The stage kiss. No. Bin is gay. Trust me.”

“Wait what?”

“You haven’t seen Felix and him making out in the light booth?”

“WHAT?”

I laughed at the shocked look on his face and slightly pushed his shoulder. “You’re oblivious.” He shrugged and looked back up at me. “So, how do you do it?” He started playing with the ring on my right hand. “Are you nervous about our kiss--Oh- Have you never kissed anyone!!?” Jisung shot upright.

“I have kissed lots of girls!”

“Oh, okay.”

“I HAVE!”

“Yet, you are still nervous for our kiss.”

He brought his knees up and rested his arms on them. It took every inch of my self control not to stare at his arms. “Well, it’s gonna be in front of hundreds of people so yeah. A little.”

“It’s easy. Ours especially.” I snatched his white hat from him again and he chuckled when it was a little too big for me without my wig. “Explain, good madam.” “Both are at the end of the show,” I said have laughing and him nodding along.

“The first lasts exactly one eight count and then we do the rest of the song. The second is the cue for the blackout. Not long at all.” He nodded again, yet I didn’t think I had put him at rest. “Would it help set you at ease if we rehearsed it? That way you’ve done it when it is just you and me and not six hundred and eighty four people.”

Thinking about it, he nodded and followed my lead when I stood up and cued up the music. “Okay, so I’ve just proposed,” I stated getting done on one knee. I looked up to find him smirking.

“Having fun done there?”

“I will punch you in the nuts and not regret it. You really will be singing tenor then.”

“Okay moving on.”

He laughed and looked down at me slipping the pretend ring on his finger. He sang his line with the track. A real laugh left my lips when he picked me up in a hug and spun me around. The note sounded loud and clear in the dance studio and ended when my feet touched the ground. He looked into my eyes and his hand came up to my cheek before he kissed me.

I tried to ignore the tingling sensation that ran through my body as soon as his lips touched mine. I tried to ignore how even though he had been dancing for hours he still smelled like vanilla and the grass after a storm. I tried to focus on measuring the eight count, but my mind went foggy when I felt his hand bury itself in my hair. Well if I’m not counting he is, so it’s fine. It’s fine.

Jisung subconsciously took the control I gave him. He slowed the kiss from its original pace. Every time I thought he was pulling away he came back to my lips and I thought I could feel him smiling. After a moment he pulled away and looked into my eyes. At that moment I snapped out of it, realizing the song had already ended. He was still looking at me with his big brown eyes.

“The song is over...” His voice was low and almost a whisper. “Yeah...we kinda missed our cue.” What should I do? For once in my life....my mind was blank. “Uh...I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?” He said with the corner of his lips quirking up. After a nod, he smiled and pulled away from me. Jisung stole glances back at me frozen in place as he picked up his bag and left.

The next day I walked into the auditorium in a crop and shorts. Immediately my eyes found Jisung and a wide smile spread across my face. Slowly it fell when I saw him talking to Hyori, a smirk evident on her small face. Her eyes met mine for a second before she reached out to Han’s arm. Suddenly he turned and saw me. A cold expression resonated over his sharp features.

After saying something to her, Han looked away and headed backstage. While my heart screamed to storm over to Hyori and ask what kind of game she was playing with Han, but my head told me to let it go and focus on tonight’s show.

Woojin caught up with me and helped me get in costume and makeup for the show. Every time I tried to talk to Jisung he would just avoid me and tell me some random excuse. Even Hyunjin came up to ask me what was wrong with his friend. Soon the wig came on and it was time for the start of the show.

The laughs and cheers sounded from the crowd but in the back of my mind and in the corner of my eye I could see Han in the wings, watching me with that cold expression.

I feel so much better...

Than before

My throat burned and my stomach clenched as I held out the last note. If I couldn’t know what was going on with Jisung, I was damn sure going to give the best show I’ve ever done. Even if it destroyed my vocal cords and my body. My voice was the thing I could control right now, and it would do what I told it to. So, I told it to keep the note strong and not take the second breath.

With the conductor’s cue, I stopped and smiled brightly at the audience before the stage went black for intermission. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bangchan bolted from his front-row seat in the audience and sprinted backstage. Seungmin and Changbin both rushed up and gave me a bottle of water.

“God damn Y/n! I knew you had pipes but I thought fossil fuel was the reason we were running out of oxygen.”

“Y/n!”

Chan rushed up to me and threw me over his shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you, but please save your voice. We kinda need it for the second act.” I smiled and nodded, my eyes looking everywhere for Jisung. I had ten minutes to change costumes, wigs, makeup check, and somehow get him to talk to me.

“Where’s Jisung? I need to-umm...ask him about the costume change for ‘Take it Like a Man’“. I asked as calmly as possible after I had changed. Woojin told me that he was in the guy’s dressing room changing suits. Charging down the dark cramped backstage hall I opened the door to find Changbin and Jisung. With look towards Changbin he scurried out the door leaving me and Jisung alone.

“We have three minutes until curtain. You better tell me what the fuck is going on, Han.”

“Why don’t you tell me, huh?”

His brows furrowed as he raised his voice. His outburst stunned me for a moment. “Is this just this thing you do? Messing with your co-stars? Huh, L/n?” I could see in his eyes he was truly hurt. “Where the hell did you get that from!” He scoffed and finished doing his tie. “Hyori told me all about you and Jungkook.”

“Hyori?”

“Yes.”

“Hyori? The girl who Jungkook cheated on me with? Only so I would so devastated to miss the opening night and she could fill in for me.”

His expression changed drastically. “She lied?” He sank down in one of the cheap metal chairs. “Yeah it’s kind of her shtick.” He ran a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. “Y/n I am so sorry-” “I just can’t believe you trusted her word over anything I would have told you.” A heavy silence came between us and all I could do was stare at him in disbelief.

“Come on people! WARNING is NOT a suggestion! PLACES is NOT a category on jeopardy! GO is NOT A FUCKING OPTION!”

Seungmin yelled down the hall and Jisung sighed and got up from the chair. “Y/n, I-” He stopped when I put up my hand. “Listen...we’ll talk after the show.” I just had to get out of there.

Han grabbed my arm and blocked the set door. “Hey. Hey. We’ll fix it. We’ll fight it.” Something in his eyes told me the emotion was real. “Emmett. There is no reason for me to stay.” I opened the door and closed it walking onto the other side and closing it. The music started to swell and I could feel all this pent up emotion in my chest. “What about love? You never mentioned love.”

I could hear the crack in Jisung’s voice that wasn’t usually there. “You never mentioned love. The timing’s bad, I know. But perhaps if I’d made it more clear, that you belong right here, then you wouldn’t have to go.” My throat started to close up but I pushed through it and took a breath for my part of the song where we sang over each other. “Because you know that I’m so much in love-”

Back to the sun

Back to the shore

Back to what I was before

Lie on the beach, dream within reach

Don’t stray beyond

I felt real tears come down my cheeks as I moved downstage to face the lights. In my side vision I saw Jisung do the same. I had thought that I could be different. That he was different. That maybe we could put this unspoken rivalry behind us.

If you can hear, can I just say

How much I want you to stay

We returned to the door, but this time something felt different when I pressed my hand to the door.

It’s not up to me just let me be legally blonde

Seungmin pushed everyone on stage for the final scene and Woojin tugged the graduation camp over my wig and hurriedly covered the curtain call dress with the robe. Throughout the scene I couldn’t help but steal glances at Jisung. It wasn’t his fault. He had no way of knowing about Jungkook and Hyori.

Walking over to Han, I gave him a genuine smile and got down on one knee. “Emmett Forest please make me the happiest woman I know!” I sang with sureness. He spun me around like once before and took my face in his slender fingers.

And kissed me.

The grin on my lips was so big that it hurt my cheeks. I had to tap him on the shoulder when we needed to sing, but pulling away his smile was so big and genuine. He knew I had forgiven him. It felt so hard not to just stop singing and just jump into his arms. We both rushed up to the platform upstage and stood in the center.

Jisung smiled down at me and moved the tassel onto the other side of my cap, like he was supposed to. With the final cue of music, I couldn’t take it anymore and I tangled my fingers into his soft brown hair and crashed my lips onto his. I heard the roaring applause which meant the stage lights were in blackout for curtain call, but he was still kissing me. “Curtain call?” I whispered against his lips, in case my mic was still on. I felt him nod and pushed me further back on the platform and behind the center curtain without parting from my lips.

I laughed as he tried to help me pry of the robe for curtain call. “Take a break for a sec,” I said laughing and he joined me. He and I both fumbled with the buttons and tossed the hat and robe off stage to reveal the bright pink and sparkly dress for the closing of show.

“I’m impatient. Come back here.”

His hands pulled me back by my waist and pressed a heated kiss on my lips once more. Kissing him felt like time stopping. At first, I didn’t notice the cheering audience as the curtain rose again, and I honestly didn’t care. Han pulled away and smiled at me before doing his bow and then he motioned to me and the audience cheered. We clapped as Bangchan and Seungmin did their bows.

“There’s a party later. Are you going, L/n?”

“Duh. Cast party.”

“You gonna wear that green dress from last time?”

“You gonna wear that suit from last time?”

The entire cast did another bow and the curtain closed fully. When the red fabric touched the floor of the stage the cast and crew went crazy and Jisung wrapped me up in another kiss.

“HEY! NO MAKING OUT ON MY SET!”

“Sorry, Seungmin.”

“THAT DOESN”T MEAN DO IT AGAIN!”

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a/n ⇾ so this ends pretty abruptly bc i’m not good at ending stories so boop… sorry! i hope that you guys enjoy it nonetheless. i might do a part two but it’s not set in stone as i have other stories i want to get out first. thank you guys so much for reading and for all your love and support! ✨

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7

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ALSO HOW F*CKING GOOD DO THEY LOOK IN THIS GIF?!!!!! I’M-

genre ⇾ fluff, comedy, implied smut, bts crack?

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader

summary ⇾ leave it to your seven boyfriends to have a full ass debate about who is the better kisser and leave it to them to make you decide.

warning ⇾ there is a lot of headass behavior going on in this. if you squint, there some dirty talk (talks of hard-ons, wetness, horniness) — usual warnings: cringy-ness and swearing.

words ⇾ 4,297

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“What is so important that you had to wake me up from a nap? An amazing one, might I add.” You say as you stroll into the living room with Jimin’s arm linked with your own.

Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook are scattered around the room when the pair of you step in.

You were peacefully asleep in Yoongi’s room, trying to catch up on the rest you missed the night before. Things were going well until Jimin came waltzing in the room, frantically shaking you awake. “I told you we have something to ask you.” He reminds, moving from beside you to join his members.

“What is it?” You ask, sleepily rubbing your eyes as you stand behind the couch, waiting for an explanation. “Come sit Princess.” Jin says sweetly whilst patting on his lap.

You don’t hesitate to walk over to him. You lazily drag your feet across the floor, making your way over to the oldest member. You sit in his lap and he instantly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your closer to him and resting his cheek on your arm. You smile at the close contact and place your arm around his shoulder before bring your hand up to stroke your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “Whats going on?” You question with a curious brow raised.

“They want you to pick who the better kisser is.” Jungkook who is immersed in a video game (like always), blurts out for the first time since you entered the room.

“I’m going back to sleep.” You say immediately after he finishes his sentence. You stand up to make your way back to Yoongi’s room, not wanting any part in the foolishness you know is about to take place but Jin isn’t having it.

The oldest member pulls you back down on his lap almost as fast as you stood up to exit.

“Not so fast.” He says.

“You guys can’t be serious.” You say in disbelief as you look at each of your boyfriends. They haven’t moved a muscle and are as calm as ever, making it seem as though what they are asking you is the most normal thing in the world... Truthfully, it isn't the the craziest thing you’ve heard them debate about but it sure as hell isn’t the most common either.

“We are very serious.” Taehyung brings you out of your thoughts, He hasn’t glanced at you since you entered the room. Much like Jungkook he is far too occupied by the dark colors of whatever violent, intense video is on the TV screen.

“Baby, all you have to do is tell them that I’m the best kisser in the house and you can go right back to sleep.” Jimin is sitting on the couch, now giving you his undivided attention. The pout on his lips is hard to resist but you do your best. You will not entertain their fuckery… Not tonight anyway. Not when you are exhausted beyond belief and Jin should know… He’s the one who kept you up all night…

He probably would’ve woken up this morning wanting more of you, if you hadn’t snuck away to cuddle with Yoongi at the crack of dawn.

“Why would you ask her to lie like that when we all know the truth.” Taehyung says.

“Which is that I give the best kisses.” Jin rebuttals.

“Let me go Jin.” Jin ignores your words and instead decides to grip your waist tighter, holding you in place so you are practically glued to his lap. You roll your eyes and sigh in frustration.

“This is ridiculous.” You groan.

Leave it to your boyfriends to have a full ass debate about something so utterly dumb and leave it to them to put you right in the middle of said debate.

“I know, which is why you need to let these inexperienced fools know that I am in fact the champion of kissing. My lips were made for it. No one can ever deny me when their lips touch mine and that is a fact.” Jin says proudly. There is confidence dripping from his words and as much as you don’t want to giggle, you really can’t help it.

Jin is hilarious, especially when he isn’t trying to be.

“What did I just walk into?” Namjoon says as he walks back into the dorm with a few boxes of pizza in hand. Yoongi not far behind with a case of soju and a two liter bottle of cola.

You assume that Namjoon has heard the last bit of Jin’s sentence, the look of confusion on his face tells you so.

“Joon please save me.” You whine, reaching your hands out for him like a child would if they wanted to be picked up. “The guys are forcing me to choose who the better kisser is amongst the seven of you. Isn’t that ridiculous?” You ask, hoping he will validate what you know is true which is that, this whole conversation is indeed ridiculous.

“Seriously?” Yoongi says before shaking his head. With a sigh falling from his lips, he walks around Namjoon to put the drinks on the counter. He then walks over to the cabinet to pull out a shot glass. ‘Same Yoongs, same.’ You think to yourself, also feeling like you need a shot of soju after dealing with the other men around you.

“It’s absolutely ridiculous, especially when everyone knows that I have the best lips in the house.” Namjoon states, walking further into the kitchen to put the pizza boxes down.

Your mouth falls open slightly in shock.

Is Namjoon really engaging in this nonsense? You must be hearing things.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON!” Jin shouts, almost blowing your ear off in the process. You squeal and hold your hand over your ear. The pain in your eardrum is evident. “Sorry Princess.” He says sweetly whilst rubbing your back to sooth you. “BUT I BEG YOUR PARDON!” He shouts again, just as loud as before.

“Hello?” You say out loud, more to yourself than to anyone else in the room... You just want to make sure you can still hear after having Jin yell in your ear not once, but twice in the span of two seconds…

You think your voice sounds a bit different, almost muffled but you don’t have time to dwell on the fact that you might, probably be deaf in one ear now.

“You heard me. Best. Lips. In. The. House.” Namjoon repeats and you sit there, on Jin lap, completely flabbergasted by what you are kind of hearing.

“He’s not lying.” Jimin responses, sending a wink in Namjoon’s direction. The older boy becomes fluster instantly. His ears turning a pretty shade of red.

Namjoon averts his gaze from Jimin to focus on the box of pizza in front of him. His dimples make an appearance when a shy smirk forms on his lips. It’s cute… ‘Namjoon is so cute.’ You think.

You look over at Jimin, to see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he watches Namjoon’s boyish behaviors make an appearance…

Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing and it amazes you… It amazes you how he has the ability to make anyone, literally anyone, flustered. He’s that charming.

“Ok but best lips doesn’t mean best kisser and I personally think Hobi Hyung has the best lips, just saying.” Jungkook mentions. You shake your head… As much as you try to fight it, there is a small smile starting to form on your lips. The conversation that is taking place in front of you is so incredibly stupid that all you can do smile and shake your head... This your life now... Arguing about who kisses the best.

The thought makes you roll your eyes for the thousand time tonight.

“Are you guys aware of how dumb this conversation is?” You finally say what you’ve been thinking.

“I know Princess so please tell them that this is pointless because I am actually the better kisser. Science has proven this already.” Jungkook scoffs at this before shaking his head in disapproval. “I’ve kissed you before Hyung…” Jungkook says. “And you’re not the good.” He blurts out. Jin gasps, placing his hand over his chest dramatically. “I’m devestated.” Jin starts, his voice is laced with disappointment. “I can’t believe that you can sit here and lie to my face like this.” He adds and you can’t hold your laughter in any longer.

You burst into fits of giggles and it is so infectious that Jin, Tae and Jimin can’t help but laugh along with you despite not knowing what is so funny.

“Why are you laughing?” Jin questions but before you can answer, you hear Hoseok’s voice come from around the corner.

You are just now realizing that he hasn’t been in the room the whole time. You were so shocked by the idiots around you, that you hadn’t noticed he was missing.

“Ok so the store didn’t have any strawberry milk left...” Hobi begins as he walks into the living with two plastic bags in his hand. You assume he went to get a bunch of snacks from the convenient store that was conveniently placed just a block away from the dorm.

“What did I miss?” He asks after looking up to find everyone gathered in the living room/kitchen. “Finally, an intellectual.” You say in relief. “Babe, please tell your brothers that this…” You decide that you will no longer call it a debate as it is not serious enough (or at all for that matter) to be considered one. “This foolishness about who the better kiss is, is stupid.” You groan out. Hoseok chuckles. “Are you guys seriously arguing about that? How old are we? Ten?” He says mockingly, dropping the bag of snacks on the counter.

“Thank you!” You say, removing yourself from Jin’s laugh to make your way over to Hobi.

You wrap your arms around his waist, embracing him in a warm back hug. You press your cheek against his back and breathe him in, admiring the smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh air from outside.

Being in Hoseok’s presence is like a breath of fresh air after sitting in a room with six guys who are apparently sharing one brain cell. You love them to death of course, but sometimes they can be quite the handful.

Hoseok chuckles and turns around in yours arms so that he can wrap his around you. “You guys are stressing my Angel out with your stupidity.” He says, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head whilst stroking your back softly. You nuzzle further into him and close your eyes. You could easily fall back asleep in his arms right now…

“She wouldn’t be stressed if she would just tell everyone that I am the better kisser.” Sassy Jin is in full effect and if you weren’t so nicely wrapped up in Hobi’s arms, you would’ve shot him a death glare but you are too pre-occupied with the warmth and comfort of the main dancer, to care.

“But thats not true.” Jungkook speaks up again. You sigh, having had enough of the idiocy happening around you. “Fine. You guys really want me to pick who I think the best kisser is?” You say, finally deciding to give in.

“Yes.” Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung say in unison. You remove your arms from around Hobi to walk back into the living room. You take a quick glance down the hallway… ‘I could just make a run for it and lock the door.’ You think but you know you wouldn’t make it very far.

You’re fast but the guys are much faster.

“It’s Joonie.” You admit. Namjoon nearly chokes on his pizza, his eyes bulging out of his head at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “nAmJoOn?” Jungkook and Jin speak at the same time once again. You nod your head in response. “SERIOUSLY?” The look on Jin’s face is a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “Yeah seriously?” Namjoon is in disbelief as well.

“Why do you sound so surprised Joonie? Didn’t you say you had the ‘Best. Lips. In. The House.’?” You question, mocking his tone from earlier.

“I was kidding…” He confesses.

“Well I think you’re an excellent kisser.” You inform him and once again he blushes.

“I would’ve understood, if you picked Suga Hyung but Namjoon Hyung?” Tae says as he puts down his game controller. He gets up from the couch and walks into the kitchen to grab himself a slice of pizza. “Me too!” Jungkook says, wanting Taehyung to also bring him a slice.

“What’s that supposed mean?” Joon says defensively, referring to Tae’s statement. “What does Suga Hyung have that I don’t?” He adds.

Meanwhile Yoongi is sitting on a bar stool, pouring himself another shot of soju, looking completely unbothered, as always. “Please don’t involve me.” He says before throwing back the shot.

It seems that he’s gotten halfway through the bottle in the short amount of time it has taken him to sit down on a stool and open the drink.

“He does that thing with his tongue.” Tae says smirking. You can tell by the look on his face that he is currently having a flashback of That Tongue Thing™ that Yoongi does.

A thing with which you happen to be very familiar with. “Oh yea..” You say, voice dream as you have a little flashback of your own of the last time you and Yoongi had a some alone time. The smirk on your face lets Taehyung know that you know exactly what he’s referring to. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you Darling?” He asks you. Theres a mischievous glint in his eyes and for some reason it makes your face heat up. You nod your head in response, afraid your voice will embarrass you. You clear your throat before speaking again. “Yes… But I still choose Namjoon.” You stand by your decision.

“Why though? What is so special about Joon’s kisses?” Jin ask curiously…

“If I didn’t know any better Hyung, I’d say that you were jealous...” Jimin teases.

“I am not. I just want to know what makes his kisses so much better than mine.” Jin admits. You can hear the bitterness in his voice but you won't call him out on it.

“Joonie’s lips are just really soft... And he’s always gentle...” You praise Namjoon and he smiles brightly at you, showcasing his beautiful dimples again. “I thought you liked my kisses…” Jin says solemnly. “I do… Just not all the time. Sometimes you’re a bit rough and you bite a little hard.” You say truthfully.

You didn’t want to hurt Jin’s feelings but you did want to honest. This isn’t to say that Jin is a terrible kiss because he isn’t but, he could be a little softer.

Jungkook snorts and Jin rolls his eyes at the younger member before bringing his attention back to you. “Remind me to never bless your lips with mine again.” Jin threatens and you pout. “C’mon Jinnie, don’t be like this.” You coo, walking back over to him to sit back in his lap. “Just be a little gentler.” You say, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll try.” He says, unable to stay mad at you.

“Thats all I’m asking for.”

He smiles at you whilst wrapping his arms back around your waist. “Now what is this Tongue Thing™ Yoongi does, that you and Tae seem to be so smitten with… He’s never done with it me.” Jin’s complains.

“Thats because I don’t like kissing you.” Yoongi tone is flat and uninterested.

“I don’t like kissing you either! You’re inexperienced and it shows!”

“A few people in this room would beg to differ.”

“Ok you two, no fighting.” You giggle. “The tongue thing… It’s hard to explain.” You say bringing the topic back up. You furrow your brows in confusion trying to figure out the best way to explain the way Yoongi kisses you when you hear Jin say “Show me then.” Your eyes widen in shock at his suddenness. “I’m eating.” Yoongi says from across the room before taking another huge bite of his pizza. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Jin says sharply, shooting a glare over at Yoongi before bringing his attention back to you. “Show me Princess. I must see what all the hype is about… What makes Yoongi such a great kisser?” Jin tone is a lot more serious than when the conversation first started but it’s serious in a way that sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

You look up at him to fine that his eyes are trained on you. You take a second to glance at his lips. They look extremely soft today and are so beautifully plump.

Usually when Jin demands a kiss from you, you have no problem fulfilling his request but right now… You feel like a shy school girl, being put in front of the class to present a school project that is worth half your grade… You’re nervous.

When Jin catches your staring at his lips, he smirks and places his hand on your thigh, your body tenses slight and your face heats up even more. “Come on Princess. I’m waiting.” Jin impatiently taps his fingers against your thigh.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do it as good as Yoongs does.” You confess, looking down at Jin’s hand on your thigh, desperately avoiding his gaze. “You can do it Baby.” Jimin encourages you. You look over to see a smug look plastered on his face. He wiggles his eye brows at you and you smile. “Show him what I taught you Kitten.” You hear Yoongi’s voice from across the room. You turn back to look at him and he sends a wink your way.

Namjoon is watching you intently as well… Come to think of it, all the guys seem to have their eyes focused on you and Jin. “Are you all just gonna stare?” You mumble, loud enough for only Jin to hear you. He chuckles at you and puts his hand under your chin, turning your head towards him so that you can meet his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re shy about kissing me in front of the guys right now…” He says, raising a curious brow at you.

“Baby,” Jimin calls out. “We’ve seen you in much more… Risqué situations…” He reminds you.

“Kissing should be a breeze.”

“I’m not shy… I was just kinda put on the spot.” You lie. “I don’t want to disappoint.” You add some what jokingly, causing your boyfriends to chuckle. “I’ll be the judge.” Is the last thing your hear from Jin before his lips are being pressed against yours. Your eyes instantly flutter closed as the pillowy softness of his lips engulf you.

Jin moves the hand from under your chin and guides it down past your shoulder, finally deciding to rest it on your waist. He pulls you closer, pressing you further into him.

The kiss starts out soft, the two of you sweetly press your lips against each other for a few seconds before you decide to show Jin what Yoongi has taught you.

You push your tongue out and run it across Jin's bottom lip, asking for permission. The older boy grants you access immediately parting his lips for you. You slip your tongue into his mouth and are greeted by warmth and the subtle taste of coffee. You smile against his mouth, content with the taste of him. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss as you begin to swirl your wet muscle around his softly, this action causes Jin to groan against your mouth. He wants more but he remembers what you said about being too rough so he is holding back for your sake.

The sound of Jin's groan encourages you to keep going. You use your tongue to massage the top of Jin's, rolling the muscle around the top of his own. Jin slide his hand down to grip your thigh and you take the initiative to turn your body around and straddle his lap, feeling a lot more confident and comfortable about what you're doing since Jin's reaction is good.

The whole time you and Jin are making out, there is an audience gathered behind you.

Jungkook has abandon his third slice a pizza, the sight of you making out with his Hyung is way more intriguing.

Tae is sitting on his knees, watching intently with his mouth slightly agape. He can only see your back and the way your head slowly moves from side to side but that alone is enough to rile him up.

Jimin lays on the couch with a knee bent, as well as his elbow so he can rest his head on his palm. The smugness from before ever present on his face now as he watches the two of you.

Namjoon is watching with his arms crossed against his chest, wanting so badly to snatch you away from Jin but he isn't a selfish man so he will let Jin have you first.

Hoseok leans up against the counter, a small smirk on his lips as he drinks his soju straight from the bottle.

Yoongi is still seated on the bar stool with a proud smile on his face.

You and Jin are lost in your own little world. A whimper falls from your lips as Jin sucks your bottom lip between his own. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers threading through the soft brown locks at the back of his head. You tug on them softly and the grunt that slips from his throat shoots right to your core.

Of course kissing Jin is enough to make you wet all on it's own but when you add in the fact that you can also feel six pairs of eyes on you, the tingly feeling in your crotch only intensifies. You never thought yourself to be someone who enjoys being watched during intimate situations but being in relationship with seven men all at once… It definitely brought the… Adventurous side out of you and your totally okay with that.

You flick your tongue back and forth against Jin's and he wraps his arms tightly around your middle, pulling you even closer to him than before. Your chest is pressed against his. You're sure he can feel the way your heart his pounding with excitement. You can feel the bulge in his pants pressed firmly against your thigh. You fix your body to position yourself directly on top of it causing another grunt to slip past Jin's lips. If you're being quite honest, it is one of the sexiest sound you've ever heard and you are eager to hear more.

You begin to grind your hips against Jin. He sucks in a breath and you smirk, loving the effect you have on him. "This is so hot." You can hear a voice from somewhere behind you. You can't make out which guy it is at the moment but you can definitely tell they are enjoying the show.

"I bet she's so wet right now." You know for sure, that it's Jungkook's voice your hear this time.

"I bet she is." Jimin agrees, you can hear the lust dripping from his words.

"Isn't he hogging her?" By the whiny tone, you know for fact that it's Tae who speaks.

After a few more minutes of making out with Jin, you decide it's time pull away. You realize that the two of you have barely come up for air since you started kissing and although you wouldn't mind dying from being smother by Jin's mouth, you know the both of you should catch a breath.

As you pull away, Jin greedily chases after your lips. He opts for kissing your neck and shoulder softly when you turn your head around to see the younger boys eyes are on you.

It's hard to miss the tent that has grown in Jimin's pants as his legs are spread widely on the couch. "Hello Beautiful." Jimin says teasingly and you blush. "I thought you two would never come up for air." You hear Namjoon say from the other side of you.

You try to come up with a response but the lips on your neck, the large hands on your thighs with long fingers pressed into your skin are distracting you.

"Jinnie." You breath out and he hums in response against you, loving how needy you sound. "Hyung…" Tae whines for the second time tonight. "You're hogging her." He complains. The other members laugh at the cute pout forming on his lips.

Jin finally comes up from your neck, his lips even plumper now and tinted so prettily. "I'm sorry…" He sighs. "I couldn't help it… That Tongue™" He says. His voice is hazy, almost like he’s coming down from a high.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Tae enquires and Jin simply nods in response, keeping his hold on your thighs. "I'm glad you enjoyed it because thats all you'll get. I won't be sharing any more of my tricks." Yoongi informs you all.

"Then it's only fair that the three of you show the rest of us that tongue thing, don't you think?" Jimin suggest. You can always count on him to make things a little bit more fun…

"I think that's a brilliant idea Jiminie." Tae says enthusiastically.

"I mean it's not fair that only the three of you and now Jin know Yoongi’s trick..." Hoseok points out, falling into Jimin’s trap.

“What are we waiting for then?” You say with a smirk on your face, shamelessly falling into Jimin’s trap as well.

Jimin is quick to get up from his spot on the couch. He walks over to you and Jin and doesn't think twice about pulling you off of the older guy’s lap.

“I want you.” Jimin says to you. “Hey!” Jin whine in protest and you giggle. “You’ve had your turn Hyung.” Jimin reminds him before walking back over to the couch with your hand in his.

He pulls you on his lap, making you straddle him in the same way you did Jin.

You know for sure your lips will be swollen and your body will be sore by the end of the night and you’re more than okay with that.

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