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ville x dad’s sex shop customer??? like he’s there and ur horny and u wanna buy something and you end up using him instead FUQAHAHA IDFRKKK

the shop owner’s son | v.v

you go shopping in kari valo’s sex store, but you get something different than what you came for.

warnings: lots of sex toy talk, smut, protected sex, inappropriate use of work time

word count: 4.5k

a/n: THIS IDEA WAS SO FUN TO WRITE hope you like it <3

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @d34c1

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You were not usually an embarrassed person. Hell, you had walked into a sex shop in the middle of the day on a Saturday when everyone you knew was out shopping, and you hadn't cared in the slightest about who saw you.

But as soon as you saw who was working the checkout, all of that confidence immediately died inside you.

You had been to this store quite a few times. Kari Valo, the owner, had a vast array of all sorts of interesting things for you to waste the leftovers of your paycheck on, and you were even on a first name basis with the man.

But, in all your times coming here, you had never seen this man. He was clearly bored, and was facing mostly away from the door while he flipped through a magazine where he was sitting in a chair behind the checkout desk. Because he wasn't paying any attention to the rest of the store, you were able to look him over, admiring him in all his long hair, eyeliner, and tattooed glory as you walked mindlessly around shelves.

That had to be Kari's rockstar older son. There was no way it wasn't. And, if it was, that was the son that Kari had multiple times offered to set you up on a date with considering his son was 'too lonely and too grumpy'. If you had known said son so fucking hot, you would've agreed with the man.

"Yell if you need help with anything." Kari's son muttered, still engrossed with his magazine as you browsed an aisle that was in the direct eye-line of the desk. You narrowed your eyes at a shelf of dildos that ranged in a rainbow of different colors, mentally trying to decide if a pink, sparkly dildo was worth 40 euros when you only had 60 to begin with.

"Do you guys have any dildos that are half off because they were like, already used or something?" That was a joke, but you mostly just asked because you wanted to hear the hot rockstar talk again. He snorted, still not looking up from his magazine.

"That would be a health code violation, so no." God, his voice was deep. As he remained focused on the page in front of him, you set a mental challenge in your head to get him to look at you. Might as well test if Kari was onto something with saying you would be a good match for his son, right? You sighed dramatically.

"Well, I don't know what I want." You said, sounding as miserable as you could manage. You grabbed the pink sparkly vibrator box off the shelf, and then grabbed a rainbow rabbit vibrator box from the shelf below it. "Which one looks prettier to you?"

When he heard your footsteps coming towards the desk, he had to look up, and you were more than pleased to see him doing a not-very-subtle double take when he laid eyes on you. You held out both boxes to him.

"Do I look more like a rainbow type of girl, or pink and sparkly?" You prompted, giving him your most coy smile as you held sex toys out in front of him for him to inspect. He was fully looking at you now, and you noted the fact that where Kari's eyes were dark blue, his son's were a shocking green. Kari's wife must've been really pretty, because their son was downright fucking delicious to look at. "Or would you recommend something else? I'm open to suggestions."

"Colors don't mean shit. Do you want a dildo, or a vibrator?" He said instead, taking both boxes from your hands and setting them down on the counter to look them over. "We also have a wide variety of anal accessories, if you're interested."

"Hey. I care about the colors." You insisted, shaking your head at him for being so uncultured while working at a sex shop before you motioned to the boxes in front of him. "Pick one."

"Considering you just asked me if you could buy a biohazard dildo for cheap, I'll pick pink and sparkly because it costs less." He finally answered dryly, tapping his fingers over the top of the dildo box as he looked up to you. "Is this your first dildo? We have care manuals."

"Oh, far from. I know the owner by name, so you could say I'm experienced." You said proudly, winking at him as you pushed the dildo box towards him. "Save that for me. I'm not sure that's what I want yet."

"I'll apologize on behalf of your owner friend's absence. His youngest son needed a ride to the airport." Kari's (older) son mused, taking the box you'd pushed towards him and sliding it to the side on the counter. You so wished you could remember what Kari had said his name was, but you were blanking. You raised an eyebrow.

"Hm. And you're the older son, aren't you?" It was still a guess, but you would've been incredibly shocked if you were wrong. And clearly you weren't, because the man in front of you chuckled.

"What gave it away?" He asked as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest where his shirt read SLAYER in flaming letters. You hadn't come in here planning on flirting with the cashier all day, but that was exactly what you were doing now as you leaned down to inspect the little trinkets on the counter so that he had a direct view down your shirt.

"He tells me all about his rockstar son. And, I hate to break it to you, but you look just like your dad." You explained, sticking out your hand across the counter. "He really wanted me to meet you at some point, so I'm Y/n, and you have to tell me your name."

"Ville." He accepted your handshake, and as he did so, you could see him shamelessly staring at your cleavage. "He wanted me to meet you, hm?"

"Yes. Personally, I think it's so that I can get a set of fresh eyes." You said decisively, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand as you shook it before you let it go and motioned to the store behind you. "I'm free all afternoon. Give me some recommendations."

You didn't need any recommendations, because if anybody knew sex toys it was you, but you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to talk sex with the gorgeous man in front of you. And he didn't look like he minded, either, because he was out of his seat as soon as the request was out of your mouth.

And holy fuck. He was clearly over 6 foot, and as he neared you, you could smell his rich cologne and the heavy bite of cigarettes. You already knew he smoked, because Kari complained about it every time Ville ended up topic of conversation, but you really liked being able to smell it on him. He clearly noticed you obviously checking him out, and all he did was let you as he motioned to a wall of assorted vibrators.

"Are you looking to put something in or keep it out?” He asked, leaning his hand against a shelf as he looked down at you with eyes that were eagerly awaiting your answer. You hummed in false thought, then shrugged.

"Both." You were definitely looking to put something in, but it certainly wasn't anything hanging on a wall. In fact, the thing you had in mind was instead now pointing at a shelf of butt plugs.

"How much does this interest you?" He asked, a hint of amusement on his face as he quizzed you. You were really glad there happened to be no one else in the store at the moment, because at this point you two did not look like you were having a normal conversation, and he seemed to be getting closer to you every time you looked away.

"Depends. Do you sell any with the cute heart-shaped jewels on the end?" You asked, grinning up at him as you played with him just to see him react. He was starting to grin now, and he let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.

"Unfortunately, we keep it pretty simple." He said, motioning vaguely to a huge black butt plug as he spoke. You also let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.

"Too bad. I like them cute." Once again, you winked at him when you said that before you turned away to look at more things that were on display. "Do you have any vibrators that are for couples?"

"Any vibrator can be for couples if you know how to use it correctly." He sounded sure of himself, and the amount of interest in his voice had dwindled at you mentioning couples. However, it wasn't gone completely, and he tsked. "Your boyfriend sent you out to buy a vibrator for both of you and isn’t paying?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." Now you were practically laying it at his feet, and you were thankful to see that he was easily picking up on the fact. You then motioned to what seemed to be an endless selection of vibrators. "Choose one for me. I can't decide."

He turned to look at the variety, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you as he crossed his arms once again and scanned around thoughtfully. You could still smell his cologne, you found yourself silently wondering if he would still smell that good with all of his clothes off. Your brain then lingered on the 'Ville with all of his clothes off' portion of your thoughts, and you didn't even notice he was holding something out to you until he spoke.

"Have you ever used one of these?" As he asked, you read the box, and you realized that he was holding one of those vibrators that slipped over your fingers. Hell, it even had 'great for partner play!' spelled out on the top of the box. You bit at your lip.

"No. Do you have somewhere where I could test it out?" You felt a little bit bad because Kari Valo was so nice and you were currently trying to get into his son's pants inside his store, but it was Kari's own fault for having such a handsome son. Ville's eyes clicked with understanding, and he glanced back towards where you knew Kari's office was behind the checkout desk.

"One second." He then handed you the box in his hand before he stepped around you, and you turned to watch as he went to the door before he flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed'. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest. When he came back, he motioned for you to follow him. "There's a lot of training against letting customers use products inside the store, but you can have a special exception."

"Oh, it's okay! I won't actually be using any products." Just as you passed the counter, you set the box down, trading it for a box of condoms that was in a display box before following right after him as he led you into the back. His grin widened considerably when he saw that, and he had the door open to the back office within a few seconds.

"Well, can I help you with something else, then?" He asked, staying in the doorway of the room as he let you in to his dad's office. His tone was low and sly, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused than you had already become at the sound. You didn't say anything, just held his gaze with eyes that told him exactly what you wanted, then watched with excitement as he took the hint before coming completely into the office and closing and locking the door behind himself.

There was only a split second in between him doing so and you closing the gap between the two of you. You had to reach up on your tiptoes, but you caught him in a kiss, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek as you kissed him hungrily. He leaned down slightly when he kissed back, his arm sliding around your waist as he slowly backed you up towards the small couch.

The couch was covered in junk and boxes, but you and Ville never stopped kissing as you haphazardly cleared enough room for Ville to sit down. You passed the box of condoms to him before beginning to undo your jeans, admiring the sight of him with kiss-bitten lips as he quickly ripped the box open.

However, his eyes were quickly back on you once you stepped out of your jeans and underwear, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip before he was pulling you down into his lap as soon as you were close enough for him to get a hold on you.

You kissed him again as you settled into straddling his lap, your arm wrapping around his neck and your fingers finding a hold gently on his hair as your free hand helped him get his belt open and his jeans undone.

"Hurry." You breathed as he fought with his zipper, your lips moving to drag against his jaw and down to his throat as you spoke. You'd gotten yourself worked up from all of the flirting, and it wasn't like you had come to a sex shop because you were feeling satiated and not at all horny. He finally managed to get the zipper open before he was pushing his jeans down, allowing his already-hard cock to spring free and up against the hem of his shirt. You felt your heart jolt in your chest at the sight, and your mouth watered. God, he really was good looking in every single place.

"Put it on." He held the condom out to you, and there was a cocky (no pun intended) look on his face as he watched you stare at his erection. You forced yourself to look away enough to get the condom from his hand, tearing the foil open as quickly as you could while his hand rested on your hip.

His smirk faltered just slightly as you rolled on the condom, the gentle swipe of your fingers on his cock making his breathing pick up just slightly as he watched you. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, and you were reveling in the fact.

"I want you." You whispered as you dipped down to kiss him again, shamelessly tasting into his mouth as you positioned his cock at your entrance before slowly beginning to slide down on him. He groaned in response, his mouth dropping into your neck to allow for his teeth to find your skin. You whimpered softly once fully seated on his cock, grinding your hips down slowly and letting one arm wrap around his neck to hold him against you. "Shit, Ville."

"Yeah, just like that." He breathed against your shoulder, his long hair tickling your neck as you began to ride him with your nails slightly dug into his shoulder. He smelled even better up close, and you found yourself having a hard time not inhaling where his head was rested against your cheek. There was something way too addictive about Ville Valo for him being someone you had just met.

As you began to find a steady pace riding his cock, his hand moved to grip your hip tightly and guide you down deeper, low groans leaving his lips with every grind of your hips. You leaned back enough for his head to leave your shoulder then, catching him in another kiss the second he had done so and immediately drawing your tongue across his lower lip. You could taste his cigarettes now, and your head was spinning at the fact.

"All I could picture was what you would look like with my cock in you the whole time you've been in here." Ville said as he began to kiss from your lips down your jaw and to your throat, his teeth nipping gently with every kiss before he was sucking gently at your collarbone. You whimpered at the thought of him doing to you what you had been doing to him as he suddenly pulled at the hem of your shirt. "Take this off."

You quickly followed his request, pulling your shirt up and over your head while his hands quickly found your bare skin as he held your hips. Your breath felt uneven and tight as his lips found your neck, sucking just slightly as he kissed from just under your jaw all the way down towards your sternum. When you felt his breath hot on your tits, you let out a stuttered gasp, only having a split second to let your brain compute before his tongue was swirling hot and slow around your sensitive nipple.

"Holy shit." Your voice was a whimper, but you really couldn't conjure up anything else to say besides that. Your body was overwhelmed by the intoxicating feeling of his every touch, and it didn't help that his hips were gently rolling up into you and thus doubling the pleasure of his cock hitting your sweet spot where you were still riding him.

Your fingers eventually made their way into his hair, pulling on the long strands just enough to make him groan into your mouth as his head dipped back slightly against your hand. You gasped slightly when his teeth bit gently at your nipple, his eyes finding yours with wicked amusement shining in his green irises as he noticed your reaction. He was evidently having the time of his life, and he only groaned as you pulled his hair a bit harder as the tip of his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" He hummed at your continuous panting, his lips moving back up to brush heavily at your neck as he continued to fuck up into you where he was clearly getting impatient with your pacing. You only whined, tipping your head to give him every available inch of skin that you could offer as he licked and sucked at your throat.

"So good. Don't stop." You pleaded, although you weren't sure he would've stopped if the building had been burning down. His eyes continued to find yours every time he tilted his head to find a new, more sensitive spot on your neck, and it was easy to see that he was eating your reactions alive.

And it only got worse when one of his hands suddenly left your hip and then promptly slid between your legs before his fingertips were touching to your touch-starved clit. You choked on the limited air in your lungs, your hand moving from his hair to grip tightly at his slightly-sweaty shoulder as he began to rub your clit in slow circles. Your brain was far beyond mush by now, and you barely even noticed the fact that you were digging your nails deep into the skin of his shoulder.

Your hips found a new vigor at the feeling of his fingers on your clit, and your head dropped to his shoulder that you weren't holding onto as you began to chase your own high. The pleasure was only building, and with his hands on you the way that they were, you were far past desperate. You barely even knew this man past his name, and yet you had never been so overtaken by the presence of another human being in all of your life.

Once again, you found yourself thanking Kari Valo. Both for his beautiful son and for providing the couch that you were currently using very inappropriately.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He groaned as his head rested against yours, his fingers beginning to speed up on your clit as he clearly got closer and closer to his orgasm. You tried to respond and tell him that you were just as close as he was, but you couldn't find the words, instead just groaning against his skin as you let him take the lead.

The small office was filled with the sound of skin-on-skin and the building sounds of pleasure coming from the both of you, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you relentlessly against the one spot that made it feel like your body was coming apart one nerve at a time. Your nails were deep in his shoulder, and although he definitely wasn't stopping you, you knew you were leaving marks that would probably become painful later on.

At least he'd have something to remember you by.

As much as you were trying to hold off to give the appearance that you were better than falling apart the second Ville had put his hands on you, you were no such thing, and you couldn't hold it any longer. Your moans were rising to a desperate, sharp level, and you were seeing stars with every thrust of his cock. If your body hadn't been so overcome with pleasure, you wouldn't have been able to believe that this was real.

When you came, you cried out his name in an almost-sob, the added stimulation of his fingers circling your clit in tune with his thrusts making your legs shake harshly on either side of him as you rode him through your orgasm. He only continued to fuck you without slowing down, his fingers moving away from your clit and giving you a split-second moment of relief before he had both hands back on your hips to hold you down on his deep thrusts. You didn't know how much more you could take, and you had by that point gone lifeless against his chest as he chased his own high.

By the time his hips finally stuttered and you felt his grip tighten considerably on your hips before he was cumming, you were completely breathless and your legs were shaking completely beyond control. Even after his thrusts faded into slow rolls of his hips before eventually ceasing as he ran a hand up your back, you didn't move from where your cheek was resting heavily against his shoulder and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You felt as if he had drained every essence of life out of you in the best way possible.

"Shit." He mumbled out after a long moment of the both of you trying to catch your breath, his hand continuing to rub softly at your lower back. Even in your state of mindlessness, you were cursing yourself for letting so much warmth settle in your chest over the sex shop owner's son that you had just met not half an hour before.

After a little while longer, you finally pulled yourself away from his shoulder despite wanting to stay there in his arms forever, trying to keep the smile off of your face as you were met with the sight of a slightly-sweaty and blissed-out looking Ville Valo.

"You know, you could bring in a lot of business if you keep working here." You said coyly as you tucked his messy hair out of his face just because you thought you might die if you didn't let yourself touch him again. He chuckled hoarsely, a slight wince tinging his features as you slowly pulled off of his softening cock.

"When my dad finds out I closed the stop for 45 minutes to fuck his prettiest customer, he's not going to let me come back." He mused, his eyes practically devouring you as he watched you pull your underwear and jeans back on from where they had been discarded in the middle of the room. You tutted, waiting until you had your pants back on before you looked around and found a notepad and a pen amongst the mess of junk on Kari's desk.

"That's too bad. I like the pretty cashiers." You teased, writing on the notepad in blue ink as you glanced over at him to see him throwing the condom away and tucking himself back into his jeans before he had his zipper and belt done up once more. You then ripped the top page out of the notepad before turning back to Ville, who had stood back up, and pressing it into his hand. "In that case, this is for you."

Ville read over the small piece of paper with your phone number on it with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips before re-opening the office door, letting you out first before grabbing the incriminating open box of condoms that you had brought with you before following after you back into the main store.

"Oh, sorry! I'll buy those too, since I kind of wasted them." You said as you spotted the condom box in his hand, smiling sheepishly as you stopped in front of the checkout desk where the stuff you had asked Ville to put aside was still waiting. Ville just shook his head, a pleased look on his face as he reclaimed his seat behind the counter.

"Everything is free. It'll come out of my one-day paycheck." He said coolly, throwing the sparkly pink dildo that had started this all, the finger vibrator, and the condoms into a bag before sliding it across the counter in your direction. You stared at him, jaw dropped slightly at the almost-100-dollars worth of sex toys he had just gifted you.

"You don't have to..." Your brain was still a little fuzzy from him fucking you senseless less than five minutes before, so you could barely craft a response, but he didn't seem to mind. He waved your number in the air with a smirk.

"I have this, so your payment can be picking up the phone when I call." He said calmly, his eyes raking over you as he spoke. "Someone has to teach you how to use the finger vibrator, don't they?"

Your legs had already been shaky, but you were a little worried that they were going to give out right then and there. The mere thought of doing what the two of you had just done a second time had your whole body reacting against your will, and you silently surrendered to the fact that you were already ruined for a man that you had just met.

Well, to give yourself some credit, you didn't 'just meet' a lot of men that looked like Ville Valo in your everyday life, so you were giving yourself a pass.

"You really know the way to a girl's heart." You crooned, taking the bag off the counter as you watched him pick his magazine back up casually as if he hadn't just turned your entire body to jello in an office in the middle of the day.

"You have no idea." He said smoothly, leaning back in his chair as he checked you out once more with a soft grin on his face. "I'll see you soon, love."

You refrained from saying 'hell fucking yes you will' out loud, instead voicing a normal-person goodbye before you were leaving him to his magazine with thoughts of your next meeting already in your head and legs that still couldn't quite stop shaking.

#ville valo #ville valo smut #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #jackass #jackass imagine #jackass mtv #jackass movie

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anincompletelist · 2 months

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hi sarah could u pls Rec me cute kid fics?

HI FRIEND :D

so sorry mental health has been in the gutter lately so it's taken me a hot second to fill this one but HERE! have some fluffy kid fics that I enjoyed :') <333

(also, I'm assuming that you mean fics in which there are kids and not fics in which they ARE kids, please let me know if you're looking for something different!)

Biology 101 for Babies (T+, 2k) by @clottedcreamfudge

“There's a boy,” Arthur says seriously, still holding a bright red crayon tightly in his fist. “At nurs... nurs'ry. He's new an' he's brown.” Henry, still twisting round to give Arthur his attention, blinks a couple of times, then very carefully takes his hands out of the washing up bowl and pulls off his gloves. “I see. What's his name?” “Michael.” “Alright. And why is it unusual that he is, as you say, brown?” Arthur frowns. “Nobody else is brown.” Henry realises with dawning horror and amusement that he is about to have one of the weirdest conversations of his entire life. “Arthur, my little love – you're brown.”

Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. (T+, 4k) by anarchyat4am (thanks@wordsofhoneydew for the rec!)

Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.

Confidential Memorandum (T+, 17k) by sherryvalli

"Hello, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's office. How may I help you?" "Hello, can I speak to Mr. Fox-Mount-krishen, please?" Alex blinked. After two weeks of hearing nothing but the voices of snooty men and frazzled secretaries calling in, the person on the other line now sounded decidedly neither snooty nor male nor in any way adult. It was a little girl. "Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's unfortunately in a meeting right now,” Alex began slowly, “but I could take a message?" "Oh." The girl paused. "You're not Mr. Hunter." [Alex starts a new job as Henry's new assistant. Henry's daughter keeps calling the office and leaving him messages.]

[shelter/foster/adoption etc. fics]

Family Line(s) (T+, 26k) by notcanoncompliant

Henry and Alex had been thinking about fostering for years now, they were just waiting for the right kid to (aparently literally) fall into their life.

When You Smile, You Knock Me Out, I Fall Apart (And I Thought I Was So Smart) (G, 3k) by @interestinglittlerelationship

Alex is facing away from him, head bent over a pan of something that smells absolutely amazing. There’s an apron tied loosely around his waist. He looks so painfully domestic that Henry almost passes out. He would make such a good father. or Henry and Alex stumble upon a new dream and build a family together.

[and I know you said cute and probably meant fluffy, but I can't help adding my personal fave kid fic, but PLEASE DO PAY ATTENTION TO TAGS as most of the fluff is within other angst!]

a flicker, a spark (e, 83k) by acastle

“She truly is your daughter, Alex,” Henry sighs, defeated. “Fuck off, sweetheart,” he laughs, a soundbite of the sun. Henry forces himself not to physically react, the term of endearment sweet and menacingly familiar coming from Alex’s lips. It’s been years. “You know they’re useful.” “Ah yes, eyelashes, truly a formidable instrument in managing international relations.” Alex grins, and Henry is too late to catch the slightest downward lilt on the corner of his mouth, “Worked on you once, didn’t it?” Oh, did that ache. (Much had happened since the time Henry had told Alex to leave. Alex had passed the bar, gotten married, had the most beautiful daughter. And Henry, well. He stayed right where he was.)

and the accompanying piece:

sea of endless hope (e, 85k)

Henry watches Alex, the man he adores and loves so ardently, and the moment is palpable, delicate, and yet too large for even the sky to contain. He watches Alex, and in that moment, he wants to be his husband, the ache and urge of it almost unbearable. “Daddy!” Nena takes Henry’s hands, and he looks down at her, the angel who had saved him, and he smiles at her, quiet with emotion, letting her lead him into place. He would follow her, follow Alex, anywhere. (Henry, Alex, and their daughter, and the first years of coming home, forever.)

[and one of my own for good measure ha! again, please check tags!]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue (e, 116k)

When June gets engaged, Alex, her brother, and Henry, her best friend, are asked to be the official Guys Of Honor. There’s a month to plan the whole thing, which would be near impossible anyway, only made worse by the fact that being around each other the last several years has only ever led to petty fights and useless competition. Unfortunately, as the two most important men in her life - aside from her fiancé - they don’t really have much of a choice. Alex has a lot of feelings about this. As it turns out, Henry does too.

I don't read a ton of kid fics, but I'm definitely open to other recs as well! hope this hits the spot for you friend! :D

#fic recs #my fic recs #rwrb fic rec #red white and royal blue fanfic rec #firstprince

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luvrseung · 2 years

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Can you please write jungwon being jealous that s/o is maybe close to sunoo or niki ?

i hope u enjoy !! :DDD

𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄? (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

## pairing(s)! boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader

## genre! fluff, fluff, and more fluff

## wc! 1.5k

## warning(s)! none that i know of! pls lmk if you feel otherwise!

## a/n! another fluff fic! i hope you enjoyed~ please lmk what you think :D just posting this before i make a part two for another fic :P ALSO!! TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <33 ILY ALL MWAH MWAH

“Y/nnnnnn~~ why do they have to come?” Your, now grumpy, boyfriend whines. Today was supposed to be just for the two of you but your two bestest friends wanted to come along. if anyone else asked, you would’ve denied and said you were hanging out with your boyfriend, but aside from Jungwon, Sunoo and Riki were your absolute most favorite people. Also, due to their busy schedules, it was hard to spend some time with them. So, when your two best friends were free and asked to tag along on a date, you jumped at the opportunity in a heart beat. Jungwon, on the other hand, was not too thrilled about this idea. Yes, he understands that they’re your closest friends, but he really wanted to spend the day with just you, and only you. “Wonnie, you know I barely see them! I miss them! You three are the people I absolutely love and adore most, today will be fun. I promise,” you say as an attempt to cheer your boyfriend up.

Jungwon lets out a deep sigh as he sinks into his seat. You see this as an opportunity to use your very effective girlfriend begging tactics. You lean into him as you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him with puppy dog eyes, “Please wonnie? Pretty please? It’s just for today~” you say in the most loveliest and lightest voice you could produce. Instead of giving in, Jungwon looks away and tries his best not to focus on you. So, you try one last time. You try one last time with two words that always make him cave into whatever you ask, “For me~?” He releases another deep sigh and reluctantly focuses his attention to you. “Okay okay, fine,” he says with a giggle. He puts his arm around you and places a quick kiss onto your temple. Seeing your face light up made him feel better about the whole thing.

Now that all of you are seated and situated, you discuss ordering drinks for the day. “Okay guys, what did you wanna get?” You ask. “I’ll have a peach lemonade!” Sunos says. “I’ll grab a blueberry limeade!” Riki says. “I’ll get a strawberry refresher, do you want-“ jungwon tries to get out but is promptly cut off by Riki, “Noona, do you still get the cherry slush?”

“Yes I do! You still remember my usual?” You ask surprised.

“How could I not? That’s all you would get!”

“Hey! That’s not the only thing I get!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say noona,” Riki says while he makes a funny face at you. Jungwon is glad you’re having fun, but he wishes that you were paying more attention to him. But he shrugs it off trying to forget about it, it is only the beginning of the day. Jungwon was getting ready to pay for everyone’s drinks, but Sunoo already gave his card to the cashier before Jungwon had the chance to do so. “Aww! Thanks, Sun!” You say as you lean your head onto his shoulder. “Of course y/nnie! Anything for you~” Jungwoon doesn’t know why, but that little comment kind of left a sour taste in his mouth. After grabbing your drinks, Jungwon goes to hold your hand, like he usually does, but someone beats you to it. Riki wraps his arm around you on one side, and Sunoo links his arm around yours on the other side. Leaving Jungwon to only be able to follow you guys from behind. He sees you having fun, but he can’t help the warm feeling creeping from his chest and into his neck as he sees you being close to your friends. Yes, they are only your best friends and nothing more, but he still can’t overlook the fact that they are still boys.

As the day went on, your two best friends did not leave your side! For the three of you, the day was incredibly fun and you can’t wait to do it again. But for Jungwon, let’s just say he feels the opposite. He wasn’t able to hold your hand, to hug you, or give you surprises kisses on your cheek when you weren’t looking. He felt as if he was fourth wheeling his own date! Unfortunately for you, but fortunately for Jungwon, the day came to an end and it was time to say goodbyes. After you hugged Sunoo and Riki, and they also said their byes to Jungwon, they parted ways from the two of you.

The two of you started walking home. You were very happy with how the day went and was rambling to your boyfriend about how much fun you had! But, you noticed that he was very short with his replies and more silent overall. He wasn’t holding your hand like usual, instead, they were in his pockets. He seemed distracted, to say the least. You decided to speak up, “Wonnie? Are you listening?” He snaps his head up and realized he wasn’t. “Y-yeah, y/nnie, I am,” he says. But you noticed there was a certain tone in the way he said it; it was different. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” You ask. “Nothing! It’s just…” he trails off.

“Just what?”

“Well… you see…”

“Hey! Just tell me Won, what’s bothering you?” You ask concerned.

“Okay, well… I’m really glad you had fun today, I really am! But…”“But what?”“I just wish you paid a little more attention to me, that’s all”

After hearing what he had to say, you couldn’t help but giggle. Hearing the sound of your laughter made Jungwon snap his head up once again.

“What’s so funny?”“Wonnie, are you… jealous?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“WHAT? NO! I am totally NOT jealous!” He protests.

“Honey… your ears are bright red.” Jungwon hurriedly covers his ears in a panic. You find this cute. Your boyfriend was jealous and the way he was pouting and moping was genuinely the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, Wonnie! That’s so cute! You’re being so cute right now!” You exclaim as you attach yourself onto his arm, and much to his dismay, you keep on teasing him.

“Hey! This isn’t funny,” he says with a pout.

“Okay, okayyy~~ I’ll stop!” You say as you giggle.“You know what would make me feel better, though?”“Hmm… what, Wonnie?”“Let’s have a sleepover!” He excitedly declares.

“Oh… I don’t know…” you say jokingly.

“Please! Pretty Please?” Jungwon asks, copying your actions from earlier today.

“Hehe okay okay! Anything for you my wonnie!” You laugh out as you give him a quick peck on his cheek. Even though that wasn’t the first time you’ve done that, Jungwon still blushes and gets giddy like it’s always the first time. Now, as the sun sets and paints the sky with hues of pinks, blues, and purples, the two of you walk hand in hand back to Jungwon’s place, ready to pass out; because although today was fun, it was very very tiring.

While the two of you were walking and enjoying a comfortable silence, Jungwon blurts out, “But, um, next time? Please pay more attention to me? Maybe?” As you start to laugh, once again, seeing how absolutely adorable you boyfriend is right now, how could you possibly say no to that?

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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uhm,, can u please do some hcs with the love interests+Bailey where the pc gets jealous after seeing them around someone who has everything they’re insecure abt?? Thanks in advance !! I really love ur writing!! i literally check the tag first whenever i log in to tumblr to see if u posted some new stuff lol 😔😫💓💞

(DoL relationships and I think that's all there is to warn for?)

Alex

Alex doesn't really realize you're jealous, at first.

Sure, you're hanging all over them even though you're both sticky with sweat and it's the hottest part of the day, but you guys are usually all over each other around this time.

Yeah, Alex usually starts things, but that's fine. More than fine, actually. Alex quite enjoys how you can't seem to get enough of them.

It doesn't even cross their mind that this might have something to do with the client that came by earlier. The one who touched Alex's arm and kept giving them hungry looks while licking their lips.

The moment they find out, it makes them want to laugh.

Jealous? Over them? Really?

They can't recall that ever happening before, and they kinda like it.

Finds it a little cute, really.

Won't dissuade you from getting all jealous, but they don't feed into any insecurities you may have.

Avery

All night you've stuck to Avery's side like glue and Avery knows exactly why.

Avery may not be a huge flirt, but stunning smiles and compliments can work wonders if used correctly.

You've never seemed to mind Avery charming others while you were on their arm, but tonight is different.

Tonight, something must have struck a nerve with you. Something, someone, must have made you feel like you had to act like this.

And, well, Avery can't say they don't like you clinging to their side, but it can get a little annoying.

It's cute, but don't go around scowling at anyone. Just stick to their side and look good.

Of course, they’ll use this to their advantage.

You’re jealous, right? Don’t want Avery looking at anyone other than you? Then you’ll do anything they want, right?

Hell of an ego boost as well, knowing you get all worked up over them like that. But, they’re not ‘yours,’ you understand? You might be their pretty little plaything to take on dates and fuck however they like, but Avery is not your anything. Don’t forget that.

Bailey

Piss off.

What do you think you're doing, acting like a fucking brat?

Aw, did you see Bailey talking to a buyer? Did it strike a nerve in you? Big fucking deal.

What are you, jealous? Of what? And why? You’re not anything to Bailey but another mouth to feed and another source of income.

Acting like a little shit because you’ve got some misguided crush on your caretaker? Too bad.

But, well, if you’re going to go acting up, maybe Bailey can find a way to use this to their advantage.

You’ve got feelings for them? Then why don’t you pay your dues on time and stay out of their way, huh?

They’re not going to change themself, cut off potential clients, just because you got your stupid feelings hurt.

Want to get into their good books? Then stay out of trouble and give them their money. Simple as that. Act like a jealous little shit and you might get their attention, but not in the way you want. Probably.

Eden

It's rare for Eden to go into town, even more so now that you live with them. They hate letting you go into town but it's worth the risk.

Until you don't come back and Eden ends up having to go into town anyway.

It's only natural for Eden to kill two birds with one stone; to pick up both you and their supplies while in town.

It's only after they talk to the cashier that you start acting all weird, clinging to Eden's side and glaring at any passerby.

Why are you acting like this?

It takes a moment for it to click on Eden's head that you're jealous. Not only that, but you’re over them.

It’s a bit of a boost to their ego, honestly. Though, the irony of the situation isn’t lost on them. You’re jealous over them interacting with someone, but your disobedience is the only reason they’re in town to start with.

Of course, they’ll use this to their advantage. You don’t like them talking to other people? It makes you feel insecure and jealous? Good. Follow their rules, then. Only stay in town for so as long as they allow and then come scurrying back to them. Then they won’t have to talk to anyone but you, and that’s what you both want, isn’t it?

Threatens to use it against you, to go into town more often, but, honestly? Eden hates the idea of being in town longer than necessary, of talking to anyone else. Try to call them on that bluff though? You might end up in the dog house, literally.

Kylar

Kylar knows almost instantly that something is wrong.

The subtle shift in your body language, the small frown, the way you look at the other person.

Kylar was only talking to that other person for a second, telling them how you’re their partner. They didn’t mean to upset you!

While it gives them a little thrill when you snap at that person to back off, makes their heart flutter when you snarl how Kylar is yours, they don't want to upset you!

It makes them panicky, anxiety thrumming under their skin at the thought that you might think they don’t love you or that they might go after someone else.

Because they wouldn't do that! Ever! Don’t think that they would! Please!

They might get a little irrational, really. They don’t want you thinking that they don’t adore you or would ever leave you for anyone.

Also, why are you acting jealous? Don’t you know you’re perfect?

Robin

Robin’s always nice and polite when selling their drinks around town. Well, most of the time. It’s good for business, after all. Also, it’s just in their nature.

So, they don’t understand why you’re glaring at the person they just sold a cup to.

That person wasn’t rude or anything. Well, they don’t think they were rude. They didn’t do or say anything to you when Robin wasn’t looking, right? Is everything okay?

It takes Robin a moment to piece it together, but you’ll know when they do, a slight frown on their face as they question you. You’re jealous? What? Why? Because of that person they sold a drink to? Really?

It is a little bit of a boost to their confidence that you’d get jealous over them talking to someone else, but, really, there’s no need.

At lower confidence, they’ll try to joke it off. Might be a little self-deprecating. As long as they make you laugh, or, well, stop glaring at least. Though, if you’ve started standing closer to them as a way of expressing that jealousy, they want that to continue. They like your presence, being close to them, even if it makes them feel a little guilty to encourage your behavior.

At high confidence, they take your face in their hands and tell you there's no reason for you to get jealous. High likelihood of Robin booping the tip of their nose against yours for emphasis.

Sydney

They don’t realize for a while, honestly.

You’re sticking close to them as they do chores at the Temple, that’s all. Sydney doesn’t give a second thought to the other initiate they’d been chatting to right when you arrived.

This could go on for ages before something clicks in Sydney's head and they realize that you're jealous. Even longer to realize that you're jealous because of who they were talking to.

And they don’t like it.

When pure, they might chide you for your actions. No, you can’t help how you feel, but you can control how you act on those emotions.

The more corrupt Sydney is, the more likely they are to tease you. Just a little.

Regardless, they’ll make sure you know that you have no reason to get jealous. You’re their beloved. They’re bound to you, and you to them. Forever.

Whitney

Whitney knows what's happening.

The moment they start talking to some random in the halls and you start pressing against their side, glaring at the poor bastard? Whitney lights up.

Oh, this is hilarious.

You’re jealous? Fuckin’ ridiculous.

Don’t you know that you’re just Whitney’s plaything? It doesn't matter if it hurts your poor slut feelings or whatever if Whitney talks to someone else.

In fact, now that they know they can get this reaction out of you, they’re going to make you feel like this more often. Especially if it means you’re doing your best to keep Whitney’s interest by doing whatever they want, be that dropping to your knees or stipping in the halls. Less likely to intentionally make you jealous when at low dominance, though they still might try from time to time.

Though, they do find it a little annoying. Whitney gets to do whatever the fuck they want in this ‘relationship.’ If you think otherwise, then they’ll have to remind you.

#degrees of lewdity #alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully

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galedekkarios · 2 months

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mx galedekkarios dot tumblr dot com may i please have some gale and/or bloodweave hcs from your big beautiful mind 👉👈 (or honestly just any longform post of bg thoughts at all bc ur tags keep inflicting me w gory stickmen disease and wanting to read more ;;)

oh anon whadda hell.. u flatter me. 🫶 i unplugged my brain real quick and gave it a shake and this is all what fell out (some are mature):

in a modern au, gale's second favorite cuisine (after greek ofc) is east asian! he loves to both eat it and cook it from scratch. chinese, korean, japanese, etc. he's even good at other asian cuisines like thai and vietnamese. he's gotten very familiar with a lot of recipes and actively tries to learn more. when he doesn't feel like cooking that night, he opts for takeout. he's been a loyal customer of a handful of restaurants for so long that they already know his tastes too.

the only reason why gale's students don't try to flirt with him is because he's too much of a "my wife" guy. he's always wearing his ring, always talking about his partner, and has portraits of them in his office and everything. there's just no way you don't know that he's happily taken. you could be talking about the most random thing ever and he'd be like "omg! this reminds me of how my partner blahblahblah—" and everyone else is just like 😐 because he's already told this story five times before. not even tara is safe from this (and she was probably present for whatever story it is this time, too!). [this is assuming his students are older / uni prof]

i think gale would be the type of person to have a very Intense gaze without meaning to. the kind where you can feel it whenever he's looking at you. or when he's gazing at you lovingly, or even just looking you in the eye as you speak, it's almost too much. it's just so earnest, so sincere, so... intent on witnessing you and really paying attention, that it's like. whoa man. whoaaaaaaa now let's fucking chill before i blink and realize i've fallen in love with you alright 😳 (and, of course, this Greatly unsettles astarion in the beginning bc he's someone that can't afford to be seen.)

i know in my heart that mr "mine was a popular hand at the annual blackstaff's ball" + bagged a goddess + with the way i talk you can't be surprised i'm a generous munch + wyll, is it true that ppl think wizards don't fuck? :( bc i assure you we absolutely do!!!!! + mystra had pleasure domes dekarios was a hot girl once and his pussy still does pop severely. he's just in his depression era rn 💔

wyll calls gale elegant, minthara calls him dashing, shadowheart says he smells like a wealthy dowager, lae'zel assumes correctly that he had many tutors in his youth, and gale frequenting the temple of beauty in waterdeep all make me feel like gale x astarion are very the lady and the tramp coded. after they get married, they're old money x new money.

gale is always eager to teach astarion new spells, but astarion only gets excited about the ones that either help him be a better scoundrel and/or that spice up their sex life. which like. is still a win for them both either way

um. throat goat. that's it that's the headcanon sorry except it's also not really a hc bc he alludes to this but it's important to me tht we repeat it. but also maybe it shocks astarion the first time he's on the receiving end of it like boy WHAT!!!! you didn't tell me you was a freak like that!!! literally that damn shawty ok meme. gale gives him such wet sloppy glizzy gluck that it makes astarion feel like he has to wipe his ass afterward smh

neither of them want to get anywhere near bugs, but in any au gale would be the type to take it outside and astarion would just kill it using one of gale's 39304308309 books laying around

gale struggles to catch sarcasm and astarion loves to rile him up and take the piss out of him for it. lovingly ofc. whenever gale does understand astarion's sarcastic comments, he feels very proud of himself.

astarion sometimes drops things on purpose just to watch gale bend over. sorry (i'm the one that's sorry, not him btw)

#💜💜#long post

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Proud Reject (Part 1)

I’m literally blind my eyesight has deteriorated further everything’s blurry the day starts in bed & ends like that too no sunlight no connection with the outside world no one to talk to just my phone and my thoughts & loads of tears… that’s how everyday begins and ends. Its not self imposed, this happens when you are isolated by people. I can’t type but I wanted to write this… I love this mini story or script more than my next book even though the book’s more interesting but out of personal choice I like the story which I’ll be sharing tomorrow more than that, it’s not on any professional level it’s just something I would’ve discussed with a friend and laughed ie. if I had friends, something started that particular “topic” and I couldn’t help wondering… what if?

My heart was in my mouth again cuz I received a reel on FB which had his friend Aditya (he was either pretending to be him in 2016 or he himself inspite of being engaged was interested idk) they were dancing like most tv ppl and I got another panic attack… my mother was already torturing me, I woke up with high fever I still have fever headache it’s been there since a week I’m getting wheezing due to continuous crying and I realised that he wants someone famous to make such videos too. Someone rich and famous like that. Even in abroad there’s no pressure, over there all those celebs (who are are much more popular) even the ones in their early 20s when they make videos that too just one or two out of fad, they film it on their cheap phones they don’t care about the blurry quality they are not trying to sell it, they just don’t care about all that and those who are of my age (still nowhere close to Aditya, he was older than Harsh also) some of them, even if they have all those pics that I personally like (with their boyfriends - trekking or at the lake, casual everyday candid shots) they still find it hard to cope with social media and they eventually take a break from it, had they been in my position they too would’ve ended up like this out of all that pressure. I can’t keep up with your life. Few things that I’ll like to share before starting with my story, A - the sketches I’m sorry if he was hurt. I had not made them, my book wasn’t like Rupi Kaur’s either it never had those intimate doodles. I think my mother stalks me (I don’t want to write about her publicly but I have to share all this please don’t judge me by her) and she has taken advantage of a lot of things and also challengingly said “Did anyone come to help you? Everyone hates you and no one pays attention no one cares, everyone wants you to die and you will die alone like this” she has also told me a lot of hurtful things related to that guy, taking advantage of that as well and and the problem is (my hands are cold n numb lifeless rn) I can’t convey my feelings directly through some app or something so I have to rely on these public posts NO MAILS he ain’t some God or Celebrity (being a celebrity means being celebrated not deprecated) I’m not some groupie or teenager to mail my fav celebrity crush and he doesn’t belong to any boy band. What’s in it for me? Will I be rescued from my mother or helped with my health issues which started DUE TO HIM? Or is he just gonna sit there reading my mail, getting happy with all the validation after which he’ll ignore it. Am I that? Hahaha I’m not into human worship. We are more focused on our lives… especially those like me in my position. She has told me several times that I’m a “sl-u-tt” for being in LOVE or for falling in love. She also came up with the forcer tag even thought it was torturous for me and I kept crying and saying STOP stop stop cuz for us as girls rape or force is worse than murder, I never wanted him to marry me just to take responsibility for his actions I never wanted to punish him with myself and I always respected him and I’ll continue to do so I’m not his fans to write cheap comments like I saw in that dancing video (they were writing about his shirt). That tacky shirt made the whole video even more disturbing, and I didn’t see the entire thing I was in the middle of a panic attack, I just saw one shot then I died. After that I vomited, my pressure was falling rapidly and I kept crying for days cuz you know what right… (25th Oct) anyway I never shared this (one more reason/aspect) like that Chote Pandit tells Ruhaan or Ruh Baba “Aap par aise chichore kapde jajte nahi hai” I was like aah that is what they call it… anyway haha but I don’t want anyone who is being an “eye candy” for other females on television, they come and hit on him in comments that too cheap comments. Yes everyone’s doing it but that’s why we are so depressed and you are anyway not with me I don’t even get a fraction of your day or time.

My mother used that word force several times (she has said other unimaginable offending things too) cuz I was crying and it was triggering me, she said it because I wanted him to say something (but we weren’t even discussing that) for talking or communication cuz I just wanted his OCD to break. It started within 24 hours and not how you might think we met on 2nd Oct then 2 years later 2nd April and I know that we all feel jaded to text sometimes or keep the conversation going, we might not feel enthusiastic anymore after that initial excitement or whatever but it wasn’t like that, if it would’ve been that I wouldn’t have even taken so much stress. We’ve all done that at some point in our lives, internet makes us lethargic, we also get addicted to more exploration or finding new people to talk to… we feel like we can do better or take our time to choose whoever’s the most ideal for us, but his case was totally different.

At some point we would all respond or say something maybe after a week or even after getting let’s say - reconnected after losing contact or reaching a temporary impasse. We wouldn’t hold on to any grudge or some kind of a “promise” he swore never to talk to me, there was nothing to be mad about, he just decided that we will never have any direct contact his parents also said “We don’t want to keep any talukaat (contact) particularly with your daughter” he kept liking my pics BUT not replying to any of the texts (when he started liking my photos religiously I texted him on FB messenger because I thought maybe my texts weren’t getting through and I wasn’t receiving his due to some glitch but he READ those FB texts and still didn’t respond) and even after that he was liking the pics then when I told him “Are u feeling sorry for me, why do you keep liking the photos, is it the BB pin what you wanted, I even gave you a reason that too it was all funny and I gave it the very same night as soon as I woke up in the middle of it I gave it” he removed me from the list after that. I am getting wheezing I can’t get overwhelmed I had shared the exact thing which I told him when he was asking for my pin (long ago) I can’t keep reiterating everything everywhere. He then kept blocking and ignoring my real account but speaking to the fake ID

The coincidences and those premonitions in my dreams had already started which made me more curious about his behaviour so I tried talking to him but that fake ID like I said was for my school friend who was also stalking me with her fake ID. And I would not see his stories or anything, I was playing her Snapchat story but his was queued so it started playing by default where I saw that training session. When I tried speaking to him using my real acc… he not only blocked me AS SOON AS HE HEARD MY NAME (like I said he wanted no “direct” contact between me and him) he also made his account private. He made me feel like a stalker, I had already started getting panic attacks and I had stopped watching TV it has been off since then (2015 Sept) I tried moving on in Aug itself but I told you what happened over and over again, same old story repeated heartbreaks… cuz they only wanted girls like me as a call girl and according to them only pageant winners or models, fair and rich or extremely famous girls even those with notoriety (nothing worth all that attention) who were out of their league were all meant for dating. I never fell in that category. Eventually they ended up with actual call girls. I have seen their pics and I’ve seen some in real life too. All those other girls whom they were chasing would treat them like “fans” karma. Not only actors everyone these days does that and then girls of my level (caliber) get married to roadside romeos and illiterate creeps/pervs cuz all those men also want someone out of their league and they prey on us… this is a common problem in India. Anyway like I said I just wanted to see if he still remembered me by the end of that year and if he still hated me (for no reason) I had not added him to view his stories but he blocked me and made everything private. I’m twitching it affects me subconsciously now… my mother also makes me feel like this after years of (weird) coincidences which were linked to him and all that insensitivity (the story escalated he never made peace his behaviour only got worse along with all that humiliating ignorance) since she called me a “sl-tt” for falling in love with him I eventually ended up telling her that her marriage was literally arranged it wasn’t a love marriage but yet she got prégnant so many times so was that out of love or lust? I never wanted to get on such terms with her but she would keep torturing me (she had thrashed me ruthlessly even after getting fibromyalgia several times cuz I have no one in this world to support me or tell her anything) she has in fact told me a lot of harmful and offending things (out of gloating) “Dekho kuch aur kabhi koi nahi mila iss aurat ko yeh akeli hi reh gayi” and laughed (I was 25) I’ve been getting addressed as aurat or woman ever since I was 12. I was told I should’ve drowned during 26th July floods and never returned from school I would sit on the stairs with my heavy bag famished and parched everyday after coming home for 2-3 hours cuz my mother would not leave keys for me, and then get tortured at home for another one hour, I would keep telling myself one day someone will come and all this would end but I ended up being bed ridden because of whoever came and it continued for many more years to come, all my youth and adulthood.

I was never a likeable girl whom you could fall in love with, I never had those superficial attributes (white complexion, money, fame etc. they would only try to treat us like call girls that’s why I’m a lip virgin) . When I said about love and arranged marriages she said she had every right cuz she was legally married and I’m a forcer rapist (for wanting to know the reason behind his sudden silence and that absurd behaviour) she keeps saying or blurting these things out because of unrequited love cuz no one likes or wants me, it’s perceived as a social stigma in India. Cuz there’s nothing from the opposite side not even care or basic concern as a Co-human literally how can someone be so insensitive? She says all that derisively, again out of gloating and competition just to pull me down as another female. Today things were worse even though I had wheezing and I’m still getting it + fever and headache. I’m gonna cut it short now I’ve written a lot…

So coming back to the OCD or whatever part where he had made a rule that there would be no direct contact - he would either speak to my fake ID or use his own friend’s ID but one of us had to be someone else. Go through this link: https://www.lilacnights.com/post/surprise The other day I murmuring in my sleep I was so disoriented I kept saying “Aditya came with his gf Aditi… God knows for what, Harsh was also 10 kms away Aditya had said he would go to some bakery in Kandivali for evening snacks Kandivali is where they would reside he was at his house even though he would always be 6 kms away which is Malad” then I said to myself “No wake up it’s Tanvi not Aditi obviously”

I had told you, the Devil or angels all these entities in fact can probably read our minds and you know when I was browsing certain quotes it’s as if they were talking to me… one of them reflected exactly what I was thinking a few days back - Since I had seen his house in 2015-16 I knew he wasn’t rich and like I said he wasn’t even that big on Instagram or FB no blue tick and 2500-3000 followers with 250 likes, from his (natural) pics I thought he wasn’t that good looking or fair (it’s just that he wasn’t very photogenic) and so I fell in love with him but then some tarot reader told me (I had to rely on all that cuz he was not saying anything) that he was reluctant cuz he thought I was like a gold digger so I started cutting down all my expenses worked on several articles for my blogs back then, I was 20 but I was trying to be as understanding as possible… I started buying things on Sale literally if you’ve noticed for 100s-1000 all these years because of my panic attacks I never saw him after 2016 Feb and I thought maybe that is what he wanted there was anyway no hope from the others, and I had coincidences or signs here so I thought I’ll do this and then I realised it was all futile, all the selflessness and altruism it just wasn’t worth it. I even wrote a letter and clarified/acknowledged that it could be one sided while also sharing my feelings for him cuz I thought he would also cut down on his expenses because his brother was jobless like mine. That’s why I hate today’s generation they ruin everyone’s life along with their’s but I’m from Gen Z I’m actually younger than his younger brother it’s just that they are always like that, they have no pressure or expectations. I poured lots of love in that letter for this part but he hated me and then he had that stage show with her which broke my heart and I never gave it and my mother also was about to hit me again cuz she secretly read that (it had nothing which could’ve made her that livid or furious not even like a proper I love you or anything) she just said “Stop trying to look great or good” I saw the Devil’s numbers so I’m guessing it was him you had read my mind when I was telling myself that it was all wrong, I shouldn’t have ever tried being ideal for someone like that when he was already well off or rich or good looking he never needed love like me that’s why he never even understood anything, I don’t know why his house looked like that or if like ppl say Gujjus actually hide money but it was all deceptive, he was already too good he never needed love he was in a way better position. I kept saying I should’ve enjoyed and loved my life instead of getting bed ridden and cutting down everything, living on that bare minimum stuff c’mon… he showed a quote which had the exact same emotions and it was talking about all this too.

Then there were more quotes again with my thoughts but with answers this time - As a piece of advice *clears throat* the Devil’s like “Times change, we change, our choices change too… maybe you should just live out your dreams now” the background images everything all the signs suggested/reminded me of the rest of the stuff, let’s say he wants some tv actress to make those stupid immature dance reels (remember what had happened last time right? Two of them in their 40s made a misogynistic video where he was liye talk throwing her around and getting abusive and for some reason that was supposed to be funny and then that guy that “actor” he actually slammed her head against the wall in real life cuz he was having an affair) the fortune telling app said he wants someone “talented” to make those reels and earn money ummm seriously? You are going to hold auditions and another Swayamvar for this? You actually need talent for such stupid ass videos? Really? 😂🤣🤣🤣 He reminded me of my dreams (ironically the Devil not him) and he’s right here so if he is “rejecting” me for these reels like overage teenagers then even I will say - I want some NRI who stays abroad and who will take me away from all this (I gave examples of so many famous celebrities from MY age group all these ppl making videos are older, those celebs they don’t do all this and even if they do it cuz it’s a fad now it’s shot on blurry pixelated quality for fun not money and some of them they take all those cute casual pics and use Instagram like a digital album like some of our Indian Bollywood celebs and that’s it, they don’t turn this into a career that too most of it is just for attention) so yeah he’s right if he’s rejecting me for that especially after I’ve become conscious I don’t even look good so yeah I’m not suitable for the camera I have become agoraphobic I haven’t left my room since 2017 I’ve become bed ridden and he is still thinking selfishly about his own life then I also want a rescuer an actual hero who will take me abroad because why is he even staying India? Just got fame right? You hardly get anything here, we needed something for our living room and bathroom some important fixtures and even there there’s literally no choice or even proper functionality. If you see the state of our roads or the air quality outside you’ll literally feel like shifting there… it’s getting worse day by day, we hardly get any quality product here, prices are getting hiked and unlike abroad there are no alternatives, I keep getting cheap ads from “homegrown businesses” in India who are busy making Sx toys, the land of superficial Kama sutra and Chappis or pervs what else do you expect? Indians don’t need beautiful cosy homes or designer spaces (that too in a budget) or other things such as good quality food or air or any kind of consumption like that cuz they are only good at fcking and having kids. Our population shows that there are literally no brains here… my head is paining.

My mother would never believe or support me when I would say I’m always about to face molestation in the school bus cuz I’m my stop was last and I would be the only girl left everyday I would force myself to somehow keep away my head wud keep banging against the window cuz I would get drowsy, they (driver and cleaner) didn’t even spare a KG toddler, I eventually took things into my own hand and the cleaner’s frustration was evident that day and when I grew up I saw smother school bus’s driver ogling me (when I was a teenager) in my car, I immediately looked behind to see if they were being accompanied by a teacher cuz that was a new rule but the teacher was sitting obliviously completely ignorant to that in her own sweet world… (Jamnabai Bus) another toddler’s case came on tv that year where they parents had paid 10k for her picnic where she was raped and the teacher kept threatening and manipulating and raping her repeatedly he was a sad case my hands are again I’ve cold I had to mention all that this is one more reason why I don’t want kids anymore and this country it’s unlivable. I can’t stay here. All my school friends are married to NRIs, and I don’t want to stay here either… in fact considering my thoughts and everything I should’ve been the first to move. All my school friends would think I was from there… Someone had even told me that I was too sophisticated to be here when it saw my old website (I don’t have it now) he was surprised it was made in India. We asked about the bathroom hardware btw, I just received a response and as guessed they’ve shifted everything to exports inspite being an Indian brand, all the good stuff is reserved for Dubai and other places… people who don’t deserve to be there (cheap bimbos) have already shifted, for me I just fell short of the mark because of my looks ur complexion I don’t know what to blame. Look at these beautiful velvety chenille cushions with all those intricate designs (traditional + Aztec) I have studied all this on my own… you don’t get this stuff in India btw, we get nothing here.

I somehow got those items, it’s me Zara after all I can’t keep something ugly or bad in that bathroom, there has to be congruity like everything else I’m always in sync with the universe. We felt like thieves though to buy things made in Rajasthan as if it was all smuggled. In India girls develop a defence mechanism from an early age, it might sound like really dreary and lascivious if I’ll keep bringing up this topic but in this particular article I feel like I’ll have to discuss it not explicitly but I’ll have to make you understand why as girls or more precisely as ineligible (darker toned females who don’t have a rich father to buy a bridegroom for her, who won’t be able to afford any dowry you might think times have changed BUT I literally heard someone in my own family shouting and saying “My best friend’s girl has several hotels at her name her father is a business tycoon and look at me I can’t woo anyone like that, where am I? Uske gf ke baap ki itni saari hotelein hai dekho and wht about me?” He doesn’t even want to get married. That same gf was so weird she had a deviant personality she locked him from outside while they were on a trip God knows for what reason and kept him under lock and key. He woke up locked in that room.

We deal with lecherous men from the age of 10-11 and all these educated men who are supposed to take care of us are feeding us to the wolves I wanted someone of my caliber to talk to who would understand my thoughts, who would’ve able to keep up with me and my conversations someone who himself is fathomable and not some illiterate incoherent cheap vulgar man like that creep from Bhopal YET I WAS FORCED to talk to him, they left me with no choice until I blocked him and he kept coming and harassing me, he was a perv and you know his story. Is that not FORCE? In fact it’s all UNFAIR it’s the other way round… I have dealt with married creepy ugly men touching me by taking advantage of the crowd on school trips - we feel molested and exploited we feel like killing ourselves, and when a girl gets rejected for no reason she didn’t even like got chance to probably get liked for her personality or other things (we put make more efforts than all those good looking fair rich girls hoping we’ll get chosen by someone or the other) but at the end we get rejected not only for love or CARE, (every girl’s fav word) but also for emotional, financial and physical security, we are deprived of that too. We can’t depend on our old parents when we are surrounded by so many pervs who are getting further encouraged by INTERNET. Now all the pseudo feminists will be like - “You can’t learn Judo Karate (some of us have certain illnesses and unfortunately the ones triggered by stress are skyrocketing amongst girls that too chronic destabilising ones like Lupus (systematic disorder) Fibromyalgia, Hashimoto’s syndrome, Neurasthénia which I got after fibro due to cov & 5th Mar stress ) They will say “You can’t learn kick boxing? Karate? Pork chop? Use pepper spray…?” At the risk of what? Incurring their wrath & getting acid thrown at our face? “You can’t ask for a raise?” They sometimes pay more to men cuz they are the sole bread winners in some families and at times single girls and boys BOTH are given a smaller paycheck. There are places where they do add more zeroes for men but even after bringing up that topic things haven’t changed for us… next “Why can’t you work during your pregnancy why take a maternity leave? You are a woman we are strong invincible we don’t need that, how old fashioned? Why take an epidural? Why Caesarean? Why can’t you juggle work life and kids both? Why have children? Too primitive? Why can’t you have kids? Too ambitious? (Well there are several other reasons) Why be a homemaker? Why become a working girl? Be modern we don’t work 9 to 5… Why can’t you just party, booze and smoke and then grow your own weed, sell it & become an entrepreneur… like a female Pablo Picasso… why can’t you? Is it only for men?” All these pseudo feminists will immediately ask these things, the moment you talk about being deprived of emotional, physical or financial security which is like the need of the hour right now for females they’ll start asking such nonsensical questions that you’ll feel like pulling a trigger in your mouth instead of answering them. But what I meant to say is that is what rejection is for us. We have no hope left and our future becomes uncertain and scary. Speaking of wanting to move somewhere abroad… I would’ve probably stayed back if I had someone here, you stay for people you love… I have no one to keep me here, they actually all want me to die they are waiting for that. No one cares about my life or me…

Considering everything that I had to hear… (my head is paining so please ignore all the errors/typos) and how people have behaved with me especially him and my mother, I don’t want that forcer chaser tag anymore so if you are ready to accept me only then you can approach or if you want be friends then I’m also cool with that but don’t be fickle like him, if you are not sure then either stay away or be honest… if you don’t want me but still want to be around and if you are okay with risking your integrity although I’m very good at keeping secrets then we can have a half open marriage like I had suggested earlier. I had written all this long ago…

Girls like me who are considered “untalkable” can only dream of a platonic relationship… in my dreams sometimes I have someone by my side holding my hand when I feel like I’m dying during those convulsions or tremors and violent jerking/twitching throughout my body, I get wheezing too and even my heart muscles go through that; having said that in real life it involves romantic feelings minus intimacy and it’s unimaginable to think that someone would like us, we can use the other house mates alternative which again considering how he has made me… ugly and all and how much my mother hates having me around, I feel it would be difficult for someone to put up with me in the same environment, she keeps praying for my death cuz she “cannot stand me” (just like the guy I loved the most) and ego would want to hang around? I always wanted to be with him, watch TV, shop together, put my arm around his neck, talk, do fun things like sharing those interesting or unbelievable bizarre stories (well I have a lot now) build our home, decorate it and spend our life together, now that life is gone along with 8-10 years of my youth, I could never be with him. When they create characters like us on screen they show us like psychos, one sided forcers, they do cover these things like watching tv or preparing breakfast but we are still shown as some creep who is forcing someone to be around & craving for their presence, fighting for their time and attention. They depict us like those psychos and we end up feeling more scared 😱 hence we never talk about this. Speaking of mutualism, well maximum of these stories start off as not only mutual but also with loads of attention from the opposite side, they lure you and then humiliate. Also, who would want to watch TV with me? I can crack jokes and make you laugh if you want to be House Mates, you won’t get bored and if you aren’t like my mother then you’ll even get used to my appearance and it won’t bother you after some time. Platonic is where you can watch movies or tv together, as house mates we can use the living area as a common room apart from that we will have our own space where we can stay separately, My head is paining a lot and I have a lot of fever so I’m gonna continue the funny story tomorrow…

Gn Zara Sauleh

Coincidences - www.lilacnights.com/post/stupid-cupid

My Dream Life 👇🏻

Just so you know… this is My Dream Life. This is what I want, a warm cosy home, sunsets by the lake, Amsterdam canals & rivers, round windows, quaint little shops, egrets & ducks, some puppies, warm amber lights, 90s vibes, freshly baked viennoiseries 🥐 and love + a little bit of tranquility. Credit for videos - | utrechtalive | & | elbgestoeber | (couldn’t tag cuz I’ve seen some bloggers asking ppl to take down their videos so didn’t want to tag them I have added their usernames)

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causmonaut · 8 months

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cw: no mentions of anything i’d say deserve a tw, but i do mention a term that can be a trigger, i think?

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also probably worth noting that i won’t consistently be adding trigger warnings or content warnings to my posts. not out of a lack of consideration for others, but because i’ll likely forget, and rarely talk about anything that is serious enough to tag. i might bring up terms or things here and there but in general, proceed with caution if you’re going to read anything in my #junkrant not junkrat tag.

the general assumption you should make about my posts tagged with #junkrant not junkrat are that:

u are reading a 21-year-old teenage girl’s (extremely icked out by myself for referring to myself this way but it is probably the most accurate description of how i sound in some of these) ANGSTY rants, and i might use language you’re not comfortable with. (duly note that this language does not include anything that is racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, or discriminatory in any way— unless i am referring to myself or people who are in my own sect of whatever intersectionality i’m a part of, and even then it is not malicious, serious, or a reflection of my genuine opinions or values). if you have a problem with anything i say, i’m willing to have a conversation about it, but please do not make assumptions based on what you think you know about me or my background based on surface level interactions you may have with me.

kind of adding on to the point above but, please also note that i am in therapy so i might talk about things i went over and sometimes this includes stuff that some people might not like to hear about! again, nothing explicit or graphic! i’m just a human with a long, wonky history of bad habits so if you don’t wanna read about any of it, look away!

a lot of this stuff is just me venting, and once i get it out i’m usually fine! but i’m putting it in a public space for a reason (being perceived helps a bit with accountability and also feeling heard). if you have anything to say, or guidance to give, i’d be more than happy to receive some nice words! it might take me a while to digest and reply to you but i promise i’ll say something if ever i feel that i don’t want feedback on a particular post, sum: if u send me a msg and i don’t respond, it’s likely because i’m busy, taking my time processing the message, or briefly forgot about tumblr, but i will get back to you!

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aaaand back with another post.

friend said (almost verbatim): “any pain you feel by paying attention to the things shes doing, that isn’t caused by a direct action of hers that is actually directed towards you, like contacting you, or indirecting you in an obvious way is self-inflicted, and you’re stupid for doing that to yourself. you can assume all you want, but don’t go searching for confirmation because there’s always a chance you’ll find some and you’ll be worse for wear. you know that, too.”

harsh! but also kind of !!!! reaffirmed something my other friend said to me too. the emotional self-h4ｒm is real? but it’s not even like that, i don’t think?

yes, i can admit that when i check on things, sometimes i’m not entirely sure why i do. sometimes it’s to calm the anxiety i feel, because i guess checking and potentially being wounded by something counts as a form of interaction with her. sometimes it’s because i get this inkling that she might have posted something that might confirm some worry i have— like her moving on, or being glad she let me go, etc. (<- spoiler alert by the way, a guy(?) is in the picture now which is so ouch!) sometimes i do check because i know i’ll likely see something that upsets me or bugs me in some way and even though i want to avoid all that hurt at all costs normally, in those moments i guess i convince myself that if i’m already feeling bad, i might as well make myself feel worse so that once i feel better.. i’ll feel a lot better (?) doesn’t make sense, does it?

yeah, now that i’ve typed it all out it definitely sounds… well!!! it sounds like emotional immaturity, and also emotional self-ouch. i’m sure there’s more to it but wow!!

i think i’ve been over this entire topic before but it’s just fresh on my mind because i did it again!

trying to remind myself that she’s shown me my worth to her twice now. the two times she’s turned away. and i’m showing myself my worth by chasing after someone who DGAF about anyone else but herself, really. <- sounds so bitter but there’s truth to it, i promise. we are talking girl who got annoyed about me being upset about her not giving me an anniversary gift because she still held the first breakup against me.. (more details i’m leaving out for the sake of my thumbs)

among other things^ because that wasn’t the only thing she did that kind of had me scratching my head every time because what is up with your mentality about these things ? do all incidents have to be black and white ? how come only one of us get to be hurt ?

anyway! i’m really trying to work on just?? focusing on other things.

term started so now i have to study my ass off but it’s tough to beat academic burnout, plus fatigue, plus floating thoughts that’ll have me bothered while i’m trying to concentrate.

considered taking the term off to relax and allow myself some time out of school but fafsa is oh-so-helpful. when else will i get paid this much to torture myself with assignments? also, i have plans to run away to europe for a month or two next year and i know i won’t be able to without the extra $$ in my pocket.

wishing i could travel and focus on me for the rest of forever but life!! is unfair!! and i wasn’t born to a family with money!! or pull!!! i think i’d be such a cool nepo baby.

sitting trying to gather any thoughts i have about ex, but everything is kinda gone right now. whatever i have to complain about is a given during breakups, i obviously just wish things ended up differently. and i’m disappointed in her for selling me a dream then taking it back within a few weeks, and disappointed in myself for letting her do that and continuing the relationship.

learned! a whole lot! just fear that if in the future i enter another relationship, i won’t have the best communication tools or might still carry some of the relationship insecurity i’ve gained over the little—but still impactful— experiences i’ve had in relationships.

over-summarized tldr: writer wants to know how to gain emotional maturity. writer wants to fast forward a month or two and zip to a place where she doesn’t feel so irritated or sad about the reality of things!

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6gumi · 9 months

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hillvalleyhuh · 2 years

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WHERE YOU SHOW FAVORITISM DIFFERENTLY

aka you bully people to show love<3

just thought i would start something fun for the rebrand of this blog lmao and lately, sagau (this au has turned into a pretty broad term lemme know if i should tag it as smth else) has been ROTTING my brain i love the concept behind it

this is me being self indulgent because this is EXACTLY how i would act in genshin–im not a very nice person but i show my love differently

if you guys want more characters or want to request something else, feel free to send me an ask!

includes: gender-neutral reader w/ the main bois aka albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, and zhongli!

want other characters? take a look

Albedo

at first he doesn’t even know you’re teasing him!!!! honestly he’s just glad you want to be around him at all

you probably call him “chalk boy” just to rile him up but he doesn't even care he's like uwu a nickname? for moi? like binch i'm trying to piss u off stop looking cute!!!!!

at most you're like a cat who tries to get his attention you're semi aware you're being an inconvenience but why won't he pay attention?? (he is but this is too fun) WHAT DID YOU DO???

you think he’s paying too much attention to his experiments? boom knock over a flask!!! he’s writing something down while you’re talking to him? my pencil now heheheh that'll show him!! whatever you say

your grace.,...,.,.,just ask him to talk to you

(no he can't know!!! my pride my dignity!!!!!!)

he thinks it’s cute–he probably even does it purpose because he’s a smart lil f*cker smh if you think you're so smart why aren't you looking at me?? HUH??? stupid head*ss go back to ur chem set binch

you probably say that more times than you can count like who does he think he is??? a GENIUS??!!! your grace...,,yes

be careful though! he isn’t afraid to tease back even if you are the creator! most people think of him as apathetic with no feelings but you see right through him

“Oh? Does their Grace believe my worship is not enough? I thought you liked it when I experiment. Then what else are you here for? Hm? You couldn't have come all the way up the mountain just to stare at me...right All-Creator?"

Childe

he loves it he wants all your attention!!! he doesn't care if it's "mean"!!!! <3

"their grace wants to tease...me?"

YES U HOMICIDAL MANIAC KEEP UP

if you like banter he's your harbinger!!!!!!!!!!!!

"damn ajax you didn't die today? :/"

"well your grace tomorrow is a new day :))"

if you fight you would banter during it and he probably is like probably *heart eyes*

if you aren't however

you, an all-powerful god: no ajax I'm not gonna fight you...

childe: coward smh didn't know the creator was such a loser :/

you: *glowing eyes of DEATH*

there is SO MUCH you can bully about this man

"ajax please.,.,.,that isn't how you hold a bow"

very much high school rivals who are secretly into each other vibe

he truly loves how fun you are which makes him worship you even more if that's possible

however if you team up with scaramouche he gets SO pissy it's insane like the both of you are UNSTOPPABLE it really is scary

and obviously the more he pouts the more you bully him like c'mon babe don't give me more ammo

"Your Grace! Please don't tell Scaramouche how I fell into the lake that one time! Oh? You did? Your Grace whatever shall I do with you? Fine, fine it is a funny story. However, would you like me to tell him how you warmed me up afterward?"

also consider:

you and him are interchangeable in this exchange it depends on the time of day lmao

Diluc

ohohohooh

he is SO fun to tease

at first he would just let it happen with just an odd look on his face...can't upset the creator now can he?

for the first couple of times he probably truly thinks you don't like :/ he's used to hearing people call him grumpy

but after a while and the years he's spent with kaeya he finally realizes you mean no harm

"damn master diluc who made you so grumpy today? did someone tell you that your hair looks really messy today? :/ i mean it does but they didn't have to tell you to your face...how rude"

he just rolls his eyes and continues making drinks and then checks the mirror in the backroom when you're not looking does his hair look weird DOES IT???

honestly the patrons at angel's share have never seen diluc so calm and it's when the creator is bullying teasing him?? you really are the creator!

and oh boy when he realized you do it out of FAVORITISM?? he turns red whenever you tease him it's so cute

you could tease him how stupid his superhero name is or smth when he's doing his nightly duties and he'd act like you just gave him the biggest compliment ever

you: diluc you are so lucky that most of the knights are dumb as rocks because YOU are so stupid how has nobody figured out you're batman the darknight hero?? you barely even change your appearance? i bet you change your voice to seem lower to look cooler stars above i hate you

diluc, turning into a strawberry: im in love with u

after a while he'll tease you right back, we all know that man is a bundle of dry humor wrapped up in a coat and it'll leave you flustered every time

"Thank you, your Grace I'll take your suggestions of my after-dark identity into consideration. I consider myself blessed to have such a thoughtful and amenable God watching out for me. Are you this considerate to all of your loyal subjects or do you just give me your special attention? Should I get down on my knees and thank you properly?"

Kaeya

oh lord what a menace

right off the bat he sees right through he KNOWS you tease him because he likes you because he's exactly the same

you know "how 'bout it boss" line? yeah he probably calls you boss instead of something appropriate like your actual titles he wouldn't dare call you by your actual name though that is a privilege he does not deserve

honestly the two of you probably get into fake fights on purpose just for the drama of it all

"what kind of person let alone GOD forgets to blow out a candle? you could have burned the city down? i cannot believe our "all-loving" creator hates us so that they would do this"

"maybe if you stopped drinking and put away your tits this wouldn't have happened...were you so drunk last night that you couldn't have done it yourself?"

he would probably joke that your "old world" didnt want you and spat you out to teyvat and you're like "you know what? you're probably right lmao"

he'd laugh it off and so would you but on the inside he's like did i offend them?? oh my god kaeya what the F*CK??? was that too far??? what is wrong with you????????

the knights would be MORTIFIED by the way he speaks to you

one day however a knight tries to tease you and kaeya goes OFF absolutely bonkers

he can tease you but no one else he's a bit jealous/protective

you tease him more if you find out

"Hm? Of course, I defended your honor, Boss. We can't have people thinking they can go about slandering our good creator's name. Why, yes, I do tease you from time to time but that is only in good nature and a form of worship. If you want, however, I can show you a different way I worship you."

Zhongli

now i don't want to be stereotypical with mr zhongli here, but honestly you two look like an old married couple bickering

you know those ones at restaurants that are like "i hope i die soon so i dont have see your ugly face anymore" and the other one is like "yes yes go to hell honey anyways we'll share the soup <3"

yeah that's how it goes

people are still like "wow how cute" so like who cares lmao

he thinks it's very amusing whenever you're mean to him because most of the time it only happens around other people

like once you guys are alone it's sappy as hell and he wouldn't want it any other way except nobody believes him when he says how kind you and how you even cook for him from time to time

flame his *ss for never having mora while you're paying for everything he wants ok sugar baby zhongli

you and hu tao are absolutely the worst though please do not team up against him

he counters this though by pretending how honored he is that the all-creator picked him, a lowly humble man

he is VERY grateful and shows it but cmon..."lowly humble man"? stfu morax you used to eat gods for breakfast

zhongli: everyday i thank rex lapis for allowing this union between the creator and i. i do not know what i did to deserve his praise or their grace's...rex lapis truly is amazing

you: are you f*cking kidding me

all in all though it is very cute he would be saying how pretty you look today and kisses your hand and meanwhile you're blushing super badly and you're like "you're ugly and i hate you"

he responds with a smug lil smile every time that makes you want to punch him

"Well, your grace, as much as I enjoy your teasing and vice versa, just know that I mean every word when I say how grateful I am for you to bless me with your companionship. I will gladly be the brunt of every scathing joke you make if it means I can hear your lovely voice."

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #lady writes #genshin impact headcanons #self aware au #self aware genshin

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lehguru · 2 years

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Can i get dating hcs for isagi, barou, kunigami and reo please <33

i love those guys!!! i hope u like this and i'm sorry for taking so long :')

warnings: nothing i think! not proofread + requests are open!

isagi yoichi is a sweet boyfriend! he's very attentive to you and your feelings. the type of boyfriend to instantly know what you need just by casting one glance at you. he's a little shy though, so he might not be comfortable with pda or cuddling for too long.

his favorite dates are the ones you two can go outside. parks, carnivals, laser tag, all of those will make his eye shine so bright. he also loves to see you coming to any of his matches, he considers it a mini date and isagi gets so much more motivated to score.

the first time he introduced you to his parents, he was so embarassed that he could barely speak. after both of his parents end up liking you, yoichi exhaled so loud and visibly relaxed. when he walked you home later that night, he kissed you softly and murmured a 'i love you'. he really did loved you and he couldn't help but let it grow more and more as the days pass.

barou shouei its a really difficult guy to date. even if he likes/loves you, he ends up being a little harsh sometimes. he doesn't really mean it, but it slips up. after he notices he said something harsh, you can see his face instantly softening. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, his lips softly peck your forehead as he sighs in relief when he feels your arms wrap around him too.

if you don't mind that, he would love to clean up your room or help you clean up your house. of course, he would respect if you have a certain style of organizing your stuff, but he would truly love to help you – and your place – stay clean. he also would love to help you cook or wash dishes, it's the kind of quiet but cozy moment that would make his heart race in a good way.

you're one of the few people – maybe the only one – that can touch his hair. everytime you're hanging out on his place, he let's his long hair stay down. he really likes to feel your fingers pass through his locks, even if he won't say that out loud. you basically make him melt and soften in every single way and he loves it ♡

kunigami rensuke is the definition of a teddy bear boyfriend. look at me in the eyes and tell me this man isn't so soft to cuddle, spoiler: you can't. one of his favorite things to do is keep a hand on you, no matter where, he just really likes to feel that you're there with him. he also wouldn't mind at all if you clinged into him while you two cuddle, he would just wrap one arm around you and pull you closer to him.

rensuke loves to take you out to dinner or to watch movies – if he can do both, its even better. he also really likes to accompany you if you want to go shopping, even if he really doesn't understand that much about clothes, he enjoys to give his opinion about how something looks on you – he always says you look gorgeous, so it might not be that helpful. also, kunigami always carries your bags, no discussion, he will do it.

he might not be that much of a affectionate boyfriend, but you would never not feel loved by him. somehow, you would feel all his love just by looking into his eyes while he looks at you. every single moment you're with him, you would feel loved and appreciated, because rensuke refuses to let the most important person in his life feel bad or sad.

reo mikage never really cared about dating anyone, but when you came into his life, he saw himself on the palm of your hand. he is a very passionate boyfriend, always complementing you and touching you – if you're comfortable with it, of course. a picture of you is definitely on his phone wallpaper and he keeps a polaroid of you kissing his cheek on his phone case.

one thing that he does almost automatically is use his money to spoil you. sometimes it's really subconscious, he buys things for you and pays everytime you two go out on a date, just because he feels like it. he gets so happy when he sees you wearing something he bought, it could be a bracelet, a necklace, a shirt, anything, he will love it. he also secretly buys matching things for both of you and waits for you to wear your pair so he can wear his – he makes it look like it was pure coincidence that you two match, not him purposefully buying the couple clothes.

he doesn't mind pda and loves to have a arm around your shoulder or a hand on the small of your back. if you asked him if he's trying to show you off or something, he would deny it, but yes, he's trying to show you off. no matter how many things or money or friends he have, you're so much better than anything. how can he resist showing you off?

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miekasa · 3 years

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Things the aot characters would match with u ?

Eren

Sneakers. It makes him somewhat giddy when you guys wear them at the same time, particularly if it was unplanned.

He just thinks they look nice, and it’s something that you guys can match with that doesn’t look completely obvious or cringe. You can wear them at the same time or on your own, but for Eren it’s really just knowing that you’re wearing something he bought you.

Not matching matching per se, but one of my favorite things to think about is Eren having his key necklace, and buying you one with a lock on it. Again, matching but not over the top.

Jean

Maybe simple jewelry? Like plain, gold or silver bracelets/rings—nothing too much, but you guys still know it’s there. Watches might be a bigger splurge, but he’s willing to do it, especially if they’re nice and classy.

Once he knows you’re okay with jewelry, you’ve gotta be careful with him. He’ll ice you out if you don’t stop him. He has a sorta refined taste where you’ll get something, and think “Hey, this is really nice,” and then boom, the price tag could pay for your courses for a semester.

Other little things like matching/coordinating phone cases, you guys each having mugs from the same place, even little charms on your keychains that match together.

Water bottles. This was more so him buying you one (and yes, it was an overpriced Hydroflask) to make sure you’re drinking enough water. If you don’t think he’ll force feed it to you if he notices that your bottle is heavy, then you thought wrong.

Levi

Lots of the things are pretty practical, and are the result of Levi buying it for you because he thought you needed it, or needed a better version of it; so, in a way, it’s not intended to match, but because he buys what he already has and knows works, you end up with a copy, so inadvertent matching 😌

For example, he’ll buy you mittens or gloves if you don’t have any, or if he thinks the ones you have are shit and need better insulation. They happen to be the same ones he has because he knows those work, so now you’re matching. Same goes for things like lunch boxes, water bottles, even the towels in your apartment.

Plants. Again, he probably intervened saying you need some source of fresh air in your house, or something smart like that. If you don’t have a green thumb, don’t worry because he’s practically taking care of it for you. Occasionally he’ll note how your plant is doing in comparison to his and it’s pretty cute to hear his little plant parent rambles while he’s watering them.

Matching aprons. It’s cute, don’t let him tell you otherwise; and if he does, you know he’s fronting, because he always wears his when he’s cooking, anyway.

Connie

Tattoos if you’re down for it. It can be as simple or stupid or extravagant as you want, you honestly have full control over the design even tho it’s going on his body please. He doesn’t care—he trusts you, and he wants to match with you, so whatever you want, wherever you want it!

Sneakers for him too, but I think he’d go as far as to have matching/coordinating outfits with you. Particularly sweats and crew necks and hoodies, and if you guys are traveling together, then you’re more than likely matching at the airport.

He probably put some stupid sticker or decal on your car that you’re stuck with now. Good luck. He put the same shit on his so at least you can look dumb together.

Armin

Stickers, whether it be on your laptop or phone case or water bottle or even just in your room; he’s got one and you’ve got one.

Stuffed animals. He has a lot that he just buys for you, but you guys go on a Build-a-Bear date and make bears of each other at some point, and it’s kinda cute. He keeps his on a shelf close to his bed so it’s safe and sound.

Stationary, like pencil cases and pens and such. They don’t have to be fancy with your initials engraved at the top, but you guys buy them in sets of 2 so you have the same stuff, and get cases to store everything that match, too.

Porco

Something cute that you put in his car that he doesn’t have the heart to remove, no matter how much he bitches about it. Like those little sticky rubber ducks with the glasses that go on your dash.

Gym bags. Yes, he’s a gym bro. No, he doesn’t care if you’re not. Allegedly they were “two for one” at the Adidas outlet, so now you’ve got one. It can double as a duffle bag if you’re not getting any practical gym use of it.

You could probably get him to wear matching rings as long as they’re not too obvious; just a simple gold band is really the furthest he’ll go (he never takes it off, but don’t point it out or he’ll chuck it at you).

Mikasa

Some kind of accessory—bracelets, hats, necklaces, scarves. She’s into that kinda stuff, just don’t make a big deal of it when you’re in public or she’ll get embarrassed please.

Pins. You’ve got one on your jacket and she’s got one on her book bag or something. Again, they don’t have to be identical; you can get two different Pokémon, or references to a show you both like.

Lipstick. You don’t have to both wear it at the same time, but it’s still something sweet to have.

Sasha

Charm bracelets! The charms themselves don’t all have to be identical (tho at least one of them would be), but just the fact that you guys both have them and are collecting charms at a similar rate is cute.

Definitely matching cups or mugs or something of the like. Kitchen towels with the same pattern or each other’s initials on them. Matching shot glasses, too, obviously.

Your home/lock screens match, too. Pictures of each other from the same day or of the same scenery or something. She always lets you know when she’s gonna change hers so you can change yours too.

Annie

Hoodies. They can be solid colored, or two if the same ones just in different colors. Hoodies are kind of her go-to look, and nothing that draw too much attention anyways; so she doesn’t mind having the same one as you.

Backpacks. Again, they don’t have to be exactly the same and can be relatively simple in design; and is something most people have anyway, so it’s not outlandish. She seems like a Kanken kinda girl, so you both can have one in different colors.

Pieck

Jewelry. Strikes me as the type to be okay with getting each other’s initials on necklaces or earrings or something, but it could also be more covert like having each other’s birthstones on a pendant.

Speaking of stones, you’re getting crystals whether you like it or not. They will be on your nightstand, they will be in your car, they will be in your jacket pocket, they might even be in your bra and don’t ask her how she got them there without you knowing. They’re in hers too if that makes you feel any better.

Hange

Jackets or sweaters. Wanna say matching cardigans in particular, and yeah, they’re pretty ugly but that’s the point! To bask ironically in the pointed ugliness of them all so much that it becomes cute to you.

Snow globes. Hange is obsessed with them, whenever you travel they collect one and sometimes even if they just pass a store at home and see two unique (translation: weird looking) ones, they’ll pick them up. So, congrats.

Socks with funky patterns on them. Beer bottles, weed plants, zodiac signs, dinosaurs—whatever Hange buys, they buy in packs of two so at least you’ll never run out of ankle socks.

#anonymous #aot x reader #eren x reader #levi x reader #levi fluff #jean x reader #porco galliard x reader #connie springer x reader #that's enough bye #nan*mi would have matching aprons n oven gloves too but i dont wanna think about that man alright #minicanons

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tsvkishma · 3 years

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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French Class [7]

A/N: AAAH I apologize in advance for this part bc I feel like it's kinda messy :/ I hope you still like it though?? Lmk what you think! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, H/N is a jealous and drunk fool :/

words: ~ 3.7 k

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H/N’s POV:

Maybe I’ll come ‘round, your text had said. How did you expect him to enjoy the party if you wouldn’t be there? H/N used to make fun of guys who ran after girls like lap dogs. And yet, over time he had become one of them, if not worse. Every text, every possibility of seeing you had him on the edge of his seat in excitement. There was nothing he cared about more than spending time with you. When at first it had been sexual attraction – an obsession with your body and the way you turned him on with the most subtle words and touches – it had changed into something entirely different. The relentless hunger was now occasional, ever so often interrupted by a dire wish to see you smile. A wish to hold you, and to kiss you out of the blue – something he wasn’t allowed to do if it wasn’t for the two of you hooking up. The stupid agreement you had made was starting to feel like torture instead of heaven. He was lucky his poker face was professional, and he had years of practice in flirting and sounding casual even if his heart was beating up to his neck. There was no other way he could have concealed how infatuated he was with you, otherwise.

“H/N, come help me set up the snacks!” Korain shouted from the kitchen. H/N’s friends were throwing a party at their place, and he had shown up early to assist them in preparing everything. With you on his mind – as always – he trotted into the kitchen where a row of bowls was standing out on the counter.

“Just open and pour the bags into the bowls, will you? I still need to get ready,” Korain said. “Chohee said she might be here a bit earlier, and I don’t want to look like this when she’s going to look amazing.”

Korain gestured to his bed hair he probably hadn’t brushed once since getting up and then tweaked the fabric of his sweatpants and his old, baggy tee. H/N wanted to argue that if Chohee really liked Korain, she wouldn’t mind seeing him this way. H/N, for one, couldn’t care less what you wore tonight. As long as you showed up at all, he would be beaming. Strictly speaking, at times when he got to see you wake up, sleep in your eyes and your clothes in a disarray, it spun his head in ways no little black dress could ever do. When he saw you make breakfast in his kitchen, in his shirt, he could barely contain himself.

His daydreams of you were once naughty and gave him boners at random times of the day – and don’t get me wrong, they still were, sometimes – but it was when the domestic dreams had begun, that he realized he was screwed. He didn’t need anybody to tell him how he felt, nor did he have some crazy moment of clarity. There came a point in his days where he didn’t just notice his non-sexual daydreams of you, he invited them. His brain was imagining things like setting up a shared table for dinner or kissing the back of your hand in the dark of a movie theater or playing you a cheesy song that reminded him of you. He wanted to hold your hands from across the library table and have his arm around your shoulders to show you off to the entire campus. But none of it could be real. It all went against the rules.

“Will Y/N be here too?” Korain asked and pulled H/N out of his daydreams. God, I hope so, he thought.

“She said she might be here,” H/N answered.

“Chohee’s always talking about her. And you. About how she thinks Y/N has a crush on you, but she always denies it, saying you’re just friends. Maybe you could try and bring that up tonight?” Korain said, as if discussing your feelings for someone was as easy at conversing about the weather. “Alright, I really have to go get ready now.”

“I’ve been thinking, I might- “ said H/N, but Korain only pat his shoulder.

“Let’s talk later, at the party, okay?” he said, and walked out the kitchen. I might like her, H/N had been meaning to say. I might like Y/N. No. I’m in love with her. No maybes. He could bet all his money on it, that’s how sure he was. But his friend had disappeared and now it was on him to wait until the party began. Left alone with his thoughts.

Of course, you would deny having a crush on him. Because you probably didn’t, he thought. Wouldn’t you search for a smart guy, someone your mother would approve of, and someone who understood your endless talks of nerdy topics? Although sometimes he had no idea what you were on about, H/N was captivated whenever you gave him a lecture about something you had learned. And when he asked you to explain something one more time, you never hesitated, or judged him for it. Your kindness made his heart swell, and only when the first crowd of party guests arrived did he realize he had spent half an hour daydreaming about you. Again.

With the way he kept the front door in his sight at all times, one could have wondered if he was a highly wanted criminal on the run, afraid the cops could barge in at any moment. Some of the girls who tried to flirt with him even asked him about it, but he wasn’t going to confess he was waiting for the love of his life to walk through that very door. With little conviction he returned their flirting. He hated himself for the thoughts he had. Thinking that should you not arrive, he could console himself by taking one of the other girls home instead. They didn’t deserve to be used like that, but he was bitter and so, so in love with you. It was hard to pay any attention to the other girls at all, no matter how sweet they were being.

Flirting back at them, however, came to him as easily as the words to his favorite songs. It posed no challenge, like it did with you. When he had to try hard to make your cheeks heat up, or to lure out a shy smile instead of your genius, quick-witted remarks. There was nothing more exciting to him than to invent new ways in which he could make you flustered.

Right now, it was his turn to be flustered. Because his ex had approached him and was reciting some of her favorite memories she had of their relationship. “Remember our third date…the one that ended with us squished in that tiny dressing room at Victoria’s Secret?” she asked and blinked at him expectantly. He went along with her words and replied something not too direct, but still enough to make her giggle like a little girl.

It was his own fault she was so intent on talking to him. While you had been on your date with the economy-major-guy, H/N had tried to contact his ex again. In hindsight, he thought it pathetic and extremely stupid at that. Nothing would have come of it, anyway. Not while he felt the way he did about you. So it was only lucky his ex hadn’t been free that night. Then he had gotten dangerously close to drowning his feelings in the vodka in his kitchen. Thankfully he had refrained from this, too, because you had shown up afterwards and you had ended up having mind-blowing sex, and he knew for a fact that had he been drunk, he would have blurted out some crazy sentiments he would have regretted saying in the morning.

Sometimes he tried to signal you his emotions, ever so subtly. Waving off your claims when you called him the campus fuckboy or telling you he wasn’t really hooking up with anyone else besides you, it all was an attempt at making you see what he felt for you. He would tell you that you looked pretty, not just so you would understand he liked you, but simply because it had to be said. When he regarded you fixing your hair in the mirror with a frown, he could barely believe you didn’t know how beautiful you were. And he had gotten closer to you during sex. Whether it was voluntary or an instinct that came with being in love, he wasn’t certain. There was nothing like kissing away your moans while he fucked you into a mattress.

He was about to text you – the urge to see you getting unbearable – but didn’t want to sound clingy when you strut through the door. No slow motion or fan blowing your hair around dramatically would have made you look more perfect. The ridiculous pang he felt in his heart when he saw you hug another guy only reminded him of how whipped he was. He reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend, after all. When you then made eye contact with him and made a beeline for him, he was worried he’d be short of words. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hi,” you said, and your smile was magical enough to stir up the butterflies in H/N’s stomach. You pointed at the empty spot on the sofa between H/N and another guy you didn’t know. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” the guy said, before H/N had time to speak, and the stranger smiled at you in a way that could only mean he wanted to get to know you. But H/N caught your attention by swiftly putting his arm around your shoulder, making the stranger back up and divert his eyes the other way. He had never meant to be the jealous type. It was just that you were finally here, and he was so happy to see you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you running off again. Only when you gave him a funny look H/N realized he needed to calm down if he didn’t want you to get annoyed.

“So, what did I miss?” you asked.

His ex was approaching from across the room again, and before he could have stopped his mouth, he said the stupidest thing. “Kiss me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but he was intent on it. “Please. Kiss me. Quick.”

There was a strange emotion that crept over your face, and you seemed to have no clue why he was so set on it. Nevertheless, you did as he asked. Your mouth tasted of watermelon bubblegum, so sweet, so perfect, and he was flying on cloud nine for the short while it lasted. It wasn’t real, though. The thought stabbed his brain like a dagger. When you pulled apart you were grinning, and his ex wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Care to explain why we just did that?” you asked. “You’re diminishing your chances with the ladies in the room.”

He rolled his eyes. “My ex has been trying to get with me again, and I hoped she’d let off if she saw us kiss. And she did.” Then his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by my chances with the ladies? I was hoping we could go home together.”

“I can’t tonight,” you said, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’ve got to get back to studying first thing tomorrow morning. I just came here to hang out, for a while.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster without sounding like you were ripping out his heart. It wasn’t even your fault. He would never try and get between you and your studies. But what if he could be there? What if he could be the one staying in bed, watching as you climbed up early to bury your head in books? He’d watch you through tired eyelashes, and you’d ridicule him for being so starry-eyed when looking at you. Later he’d bring you tea or coffee and remind you to take a break to eat. Was it ludicrous to obsess over something so domestic? He didn’t feel guilty for it.

All at once, your laugh pulled him out of his daydream, and into a funny story you told him. Over-consciously, he noted how your arm went around his shoulder lazily. And for a while you sat and talked. Occasionally a flirty remark slipped over your lips, and he would always return it. It was idiotic, but he was already worrying about how much he would miss you once you went home. Perhaps his plan of consoling himself with another girl hadn’t been so bad, after all. Just as he had finished the thought, a familiar face walked by and noticed him. The alcohol in his veins made her seem perfectly inviting as a distraction, for later.

“Oh, hey. Y/N, this is Minji,” he said, pointing at the girl. “Minji, this is Y/N. She’s…just a friend.”

Instantly, you removed your arm from his shoulder. There was hidden pain in your gesture, or was it merely wishful thinking on his side? Minji nodded and greeted you, but you only waved her off with a polite smile.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” you announced, and before he could have stopped you, you had walked off. For a while he chatted with Minji, because he had no good reason to run after you that wouldn’t create awkwardness. His patience lasted approximately ten minutes. Luckily, a friend waved at Minji from across the room and she excused herself. Although he would never wish her ill, he was glad she was leaving.

Quickly, he made his way to the kitchen, where he found you talking to a guy. Without thinking, H/N smiled at you as he came up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He hadn’t meant to look so intimidating, and he hadn’t meant to be an asshole either. Yet, the guy across from you appeared scared and when you turned your attention to H/N, the guy slowly retracted into another circle of chatting people. Guilt crept in on H/N. He was tipsy, and although he knew his drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, it made him want you so much more. Perhaps it was also insecurity making him act crazy. There was always a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind, that you might just like him back. So long as you hadn’t confirmed the opposite, he would live in constant terror that someone else could steal your attention and make you theirs before he could.

“Come with me,” you muttered in his ear. Your hand was around his wrist, and he had no choice but to trot after you like a child. At first, he thought you were going to take him out the front door, but then you made a turn for the stairs. He didn’t need to be a fuckboy to know what it meant when a girl walked him up the stairs. From one second to the other, his mood changed into gleefulness. Had you changed your mind? The mere thoughts of what could happen upstairs could have given him a boner, had he pondered on them for longer. You said nothing, only driving him more insane by the second. The first open door was good enough for you, so you pulled him inside and closed it behind you. Smirking, he reached for your waist, ready to pull you into a kiss.

“Don’t,” you hissed, and he flinched at your angry tone. He kept his hands to himself, kneading them nervously. Shit. This was the clear opposite of what he had anticipated. The two of you had never fought, and hearing your voice, sounding so deeply upset, scared him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to make out- “ he said.

“I don’t mean just now. I mean…what is it you’re trying to achieve by acting all possessive over me in front of random guys? Pretending I belong to you? But the second a pretty girl is in front of you I’m just a friend, aren’t I? What’s that about?”

There was no explaining this, and he knew it. Yet, he would try, pathetically. “I just thought you didn’t want those guys bothering you.”

“I can handle a guy by myself, thank you,” you snapped. “If I needed help, I’d ask. Like you did. Apparently, I’m good enough to be used as an escape from your ex, but when hot Minji came around you wouldn’t even blink when I got up and left.”

“Usedas an escape?” he asked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to kiss me, but you did anyway.”

“That’s because I was trying to be a good fucking friend!” you yelled now, sounding over the music from the party.

“You used me too, don’t you remember?” he countered. “Or did you not show up on my doorstep after your terrible date so I would fuck you and make you feel better?”

You looked taken aback for a moment, knowing he was right, in a way.

“It’s like you’re always trying to get away from me, but you can’t,” he said.

“Oh, fuck you!” you said, every trace of guilt washed away. “Get off your high horse! Isn’t that the whole point of us? That we’re using each other for sex? Nothing more than that, right? If I walked out now, you could go and find the next girl in line to take over instead of me. Didn’t you try to see someone while I was chatting to the guy I went on a date with? It’s all about using people, isn’t it? If things with the guy had gotten more serious for me, you’d have her, ready for you. Don’t you think that’s a little messed up? Leading someone on like that?”

There was truth to your words. He had tried to find someone to date, should you have found someone too and your friends-with-benefits relationship had been over. But he hadn’t led her on. He had been honest in letting the girl know he wasn’t sure if he wanted anything serious. His chest was hurting, and the pain was only making him more furious.

“Yeah, I could have switched you for her,” he said coldly. Was he only trying to hurt you now? Perhaps, but you had hurt him first.

“Right, because that’s all I am to you,” you said, quieter than before.

“That was our plan! You’re my fuck buddy, nothing more!” he raised his voice now, tired of your empty words and signs. “You have no right to accuse me of anything when I’m playing by the rules. The rules you made. Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Start the game over. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now.”

“Start over?”

“Go back to when we were just horny for each other and nothing else,” he said, as if that would be possible. As if he could ignore the way your eyes shined, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamps outside. Like he could pretend he didn’t want to hold you and make you forget all about this terrible fight.

“Fine, let’s try,” you said, and he watched in astonishment, as you closed the gap between the two of you. When you tilted your head, he gave you permission by doing the same. When you kissed, with teeth clashing and exhausted sighs mixing up, he swore there were bombs going off somewhere in his head. Alarm bells, too. This was by no means a great idea. But what could have stopped him and his hungry mouth? He backed you against the wall and pressed you into it, hard. Before he had registered it, his hands were pushing up the fabric of your dress and you moaned, sounding so beautiful he could barely believe it. One of his thighs forced its way between your legs while he gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

But then, just as rapidly you had begun to kiss him, you pushed him away. His lungs felt tight when he noticed the affliction and confusion on your face. He wished he could make it go away. But he had caused it, so now his presence only made things worse.

“No- no, I change my mind. This is fucking stupid,” you said. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N,” he said in a gentle tone. Somehow, it seemed that his careful voice hurt you most of all.

“I think we should stop. All of this,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head in disbelief, but you cut him off. “We said there wouldn’t be jealousy, but there obviously is. We should have stopped long ago.”

“But what about starting the game again, from the beginning?” he asked, too afraid of what you would say to even look at you. If you were going to rip out his heart you should have done so quickly, when he wasn’t paying too close attention.

“The game’s over. This is going over both of our heads,” you said. “I- I’m going to go home now.”

So this was heartbreak. H/N had never considered that it could be meant so literally. But he could swear that the muscle inside his chest was convulsing and shriveling as if you had stolen the blood that kept him alive right from his arteries. The pain was sharp like a thousand cuts had been inflicted on his skin, and he struggled for words like your words had taken every of his most elemental abilities.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No,” you said. “You’re drunk. You’re the one who could need someone to walk you home. And I don’t want you around me right now. Get home safely.”

That was it. No hug. No last, longing look. Just your words stabbing like knives and your ethereal beauty as you turned on your heel and walked from the room, leaving him behind, bleeding out by himself. What had he done?

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☘️peter pettigrew

Hii! Like my other nsfw alphabets, this is a bit choppy and horribly edited. I hope you enjoy, mwah.

Peter Pettigrew Nsfw Alphabet

Reader: tried to make it nb as much as possible

Warning: pure smut and no editing.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super sweet and gentle, definitely encourages you to take a nap and he'll bring you a snack or get you some water. He’ll rub your back and kiss your hot skin to cool you off. He definitely loves giving you praises and he’s spoil you rotten with his words.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands, for some odd reason he just finds them so cute whenever you grip his hand for support as you climax or hold his cock.

His favourite body part on himself delphiers between days, but he’s usually very fond of his eyes. He’s very fortunate that he can look at you in such a lewd manner.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He usually always cums in a condom, but he loves cream pies. He, not so surprisingly, likes giving you oral for the exact reason he can taste you, he actually thinks he’s addicted to it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s ashamed to admit, but once he was talking to James about a certain time when he fucked you in the library and James got a hard on. He swore he wouldn’t tell and it’ll be their secret, but he always felt guilty for sexualizing you like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s okay, he knew some of the terminology due to the other Marauders but with actual hands on experience; he had no idea. He felt a bit nervous during your first time but he didn’t need much help, he’d just pay attention to your reactions and get a clear view of what you’d like and focus on that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you ride him, he likes to hold your hips and just let you use him for your heart's desire. If he had to choose another, doggy would be his favourite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter doesn’t know he’s being funny until you have to stop and laugh, he’ll be confused on what he’d say and get a goofy smile on his lips while watching you laugh. Sometimes just the first awkward start of sex and the small giggles feel better than the serious times, but Peter can be really gentle and intimate if he wanted to be.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s somewhat groomed, he doesn’t necessarily care for your hair down there or his own. It’s a bit darker than his head hair, but he trims it sometimes just to keep it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Lots of neck kisses, he needs to constant “I love you’s” during sex even if it’s rough. He’s actually pretty gentle during some moments and cares about your pleasure over his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He actually never liked it, he likes your mouth a lot more even if it was just for cock warming. He’d enjoy your hands better than his, but he also has a somewhat size kink and seeing your much smaller hands take his cock please him a lot more.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There isn’t necessarily a set number of kinks, he’d love to try anything that isn’t too “weird” as he would call it. He never really likes to stick to one kink, more like spreading them out depending on his mood. One day he’d want to tie you up and the other he’d let you do whatever you wanted. He adores pillow prince(ss) though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, he’d fuck you in honey dukes, the three break sticks, closets, near the black lake, behind trees and bushes, his bed, your bed, his friends bed, shower, desks, professors desks, anywhere anytime.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feminine clothing, something about it makes his head spin and he just loves fucking you in dresses. He also has a clothes kink, he’d love to fuck you in his clothes. Don’t even get him started on if you ever decide to wear sexual clothing, it’ll drive him crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Major dom and sub roles (like day to day life style) feels him out, he can’t distribute or give out rules, he doesn’t like that type of control over someone or giving someone that control of him. He likes some parts of d/s and he’d definitely be comfortable with some aspects, but not full on life changing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral sometimes, but he doesn’t expect it everytime. He loves giving, since he feels like it’s the only thing he’s good at. He’ll run his tongue and suck your sensitive flesh until he’s satisfied, giving you oral is more of a pleasure for himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter’s sex is soft yet rough, sometimes he just takes his time with dragging his cock deep inside of you and pulling it out. Others he just likes to bend you over and fuck you till your dumb. Sometimes he lacks compassion for how you’d take his cock, yet after he’s careful to check you over and soothe out any aches.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only thing he looks forward to on school days. He’s already emotionally tired but getting a good fuck in a empty classroom or a bathroom stall always helps him get through the day, especially if you tell him you’d wait for him in his dorm later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It depends what the risk is, Peter likes to fuck you all over the place if he can. He definitely been given warnings by prefects way to many times.James and Sirius always say his animagi should be a bunny with all the fucking they catch you guys doing. Greatest risk he ever took was fucking you during a quidditch game behind the bleachers.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a couple of rounds, depending if it’s just oral or penetration. He can spend hours just focusing on you, exploring your body and roping out orgasm after orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely likes using a vibrator, dildos aren’t really his thing. He does have a few anal plugs, but he doesn’t use them as much as he would like too. He usually uses them for your pleasure, but he wouldn’t be opposed to having a cock ring on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s actually a huge tease, he likes to place his hand on your thigh during class and just mindlessly rub his thumb right near your goods. He gives a dumb look like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his smirk whenever he catches your heavy breaths are apparent he knows exactly what he’s doing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The whimpers are the best part, he rarely moans, just mumble’s of “oh fuck” and heavy breaths. Especially the early morning sex, because his sensitivity is heightened and he’s just making gurgled whined and deep groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly, he’d probably want to fuck you infront of his friends. Especially the days when they flirt or tease you, he’d just get this immediate thought to show them that he isn’t sharing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d estimate a good 7-9 inches, the exact number isn’t known but all I can say is the girth is the best part.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s in and out, most months it’s normal for a teenage boy but other months he can go days without it, sometimes even weeks. But on the months he’s active, sex is a pretty regular thing everyday to day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter is nocturnal, so it rarely depends on what time of day you guys had sex. If it’s on the weekends during midday, he probably will take a nap until dinner. If it’s in the morning… I don’t even think he could stay awake long enough to finish. But late at night it’s a whole new thing, he would probably cuddle you for a few moments until he knew you were asleep and work on his assignments and homework.

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hi bestie bokuto and saiki anon is back with another request,, idk what to call myself bc i love ur blog and love requesting random hcs to you bc i love your writing sm :( anyways i was wondering if you could do hcs where bokuto’s and saiki’s s/o just got acrylics and they try gently scraping their long nails they recently got against their scalp/thru hair and along their back? 🧍 ily

GIVING HIM A MASSAGE

characters ♡ (multi-fandom) bokuto, sakusa, daichi & saiki k

tw ♡ fluff, gn!reader, reader wears aryclics. mentions of death, timeskip! sakusa (suggestive) & mentions of spiders

a/n ♡ AAAA you came just in time!! i’m changing my tags :)) would you like to be 🔮lovely or 🦉lovely??? (crystal ball represents saiki and the owl is bokuto-) unless you have another emoji in mind!

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO had a deal with you; he’d pay for your nails in exchange for a massage and kisses. the kisses had been delivered already and he sat on the carpeted floor in front of the couch — where he’d usually sit while you massaged him so y’all could watch a show on the tv while you worked — with an expectant expression, making grabby hands at you as soon as you entered the living room. you cocked a brow, about to play dumb but you didn’t even get the chance as he began to chant, “relaxing time! show me what those pretty nails can do.” wow, couldn’t he be a little bit more stubborn? you sighed, approaching the couch and swinging your leg around his shoulder to take you usual seat behind him, “it’s not the nails, bo. it’s my fingers that do the work.” his lips parted to form a small ‘o’ shape as he fumbled with the remote to put on the show you guys have been watching, “really? maybe i should start paying for your nail removal, then. if i did, would you give me another mas--” “no.” bokuto let out a dramatic sigh of defeat, at least he tried. then, a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as your fingers laced through his hair, pads of your fingers rubbing his scalp in such a way that made him hum in pleasure..

(minors dni) KIYOOMI SAKUSA was tense and refused to get a massage from a professional masseuse because he didn’t want to strip and have a stranger touch his body so intimately; the mere idea grossed him out. however, the knots in his back weren’t going to be fixed by even more over-exertion and poor posture, hence you took it upon yourself to help him.. after you got your nails done, of course. so as soon as he came back from practise and entered him bedroom, he was greeted by you standing next to your shared bed with an intimidating expression, “take off your clothes.” you commanded, gesturing to the bed. happily obliging, sakusa tossed his clothes into the laundry basket and was about to pull you into a heated kiss but immediately frowned when you swerved his advances and pushed him face-first onto the mattress. then, you began to run your cold fingers up his flushed back, rubbing deep circles into his skin which resulted in involuntary sighs of satisfaction escaping his lips. despite the fact this wasn’t the stress relief he was expecting, it was much better than he could imagined — it was as though he had ascended. however, he was so lost in the pleasing feeling of your cool nails tickling his skin, he hardly noticed how rough you were being and this was only brought to his attention the following day when atsumu’s nosy-ass inquired about the marks on sakusa’s back in the changing room, accompanied by a comment that made kiyoomi scowl.

SAWAMURA DAICHI smiled as you showed him your nails with such enthusiasm, “they look beautiful, (y/n).” your experience at the nail bar was all you had been talking about since you arrived at his house — which was only like three minutes ago — and honestly, he wasn’t opposed, he loved hearing you talk so passionately about something. he parted his lips to inquire about the price but before he could utter a single word, you stepped behind, kneading his broad shoulders with your palm which resulted in a shiver running down his spine, “what are you doing?” he chuckled, crouching slightly so he didn’t have to arch his back for you to reach. “tryin’ to give you a massage, does it feel alright?” you replied, chopping across his back with the side of your hand like the masseuses in movies do. “yeah.” there was no uncertainty in voice — that you could pick up on, at least — which brought a small smile to your face. your pointy nails dragged along his back, absentmindedly drawing letter and symbols that you thought daichi wouldn’t pick up on as he laxed expression and low murmurs of satisfaction suggested he was too engrossed in the feeling to notice, but you were proven wrong as you finished tracing ‘i ❤ u’ onto his skin. you were only snapped out of your thoughts when your boyfriend let out a hearty chuckle, “i love you too.”

KUSUO SAIKI was on defence. being a psychic who’s powers rivalled those of god, he never would’ve thought that he would be caught out by confidant — who was also his romantic partner — and a set of devilish claws. to think, he was originally foolish enough to think of them as pretty since they were complementing colors and nice shapes. plus, he had no reason to believe they were dangerous. until you began sneaking up behind them and using your nimble fingers to mimic the movement of an insect on his back. the first time you pranked him, he almost energy blasted you straight to hell. fortunately for him, you took the hint and felt extremely bad for taking advantage of his fears like that, offering to give him a massage as an apology. despite the fact he made it painfully apparent that he didn’t want to be near you until you got those wicked talons removed, here he was; sitting crossed-legged with his head rested between your thighs as you gently ran your hands through his hair, down his neck and across his shoulders. and the worst part was, he was actually enjoying it! the feeling of your finger working expertly at every knot in his neck and lifting what felt like the world’s weight of his shoulders left him helplessly melting into your touch. plus, his previous concerns about your hands in his hair were proven irrelevant as you make it a point to be extra careful around his clips. “thank you, (y/n).” he hummed, voice muffled slightly as his cheek was pressed against your thigh. “and sorry for almost killing you earlier.”

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liz-allyn · 3 years

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shudder, part 3/6 [agent mobius x gn!reader]

You're undercover on a mission with the team, and Mobius' affinity for cowboy culture is making things unexpectedly difficult.

Part 1 | Part 2

Series Summary: Pre-Loki series. You are one of the most dangerous variants the TVA has ever recovered, but Mobius knows what makes you tick. Five times he made you shudder, and the one time you returned the favor.

Words: 1.6k

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Language, period/canon-typical gun violence, cowboy!Mobius (valid as a warning), mutual pining, flirting, fluffy and fun, at least one naughty thought.

A/N: let me know how you feel about longer chapters!

III.

The next time it happened, it was 1881, and you looked ridiculous.

Your clothes were too tight and the leather smelled like the cattle you were wearing was still alive. You didn’t get to pick your uniform for this mission, and since you were supposed to be deep undercover in an active timeline scenario where reset charges were not permitted, wearing a TVA-issued “Variant” jacket wasn’t going to work.

So now here you were, sweating your ass off in what would one-day become the Las Vegas desert, with your partner wearing a giant 10 gallon hat holding a revolver to your back. He definitely looked ridiculous, and you let him know that. But to be fair, it was almost... cute. Sort of.

Variant T-3051 was the target, this stagecoach robbery at gunpoint was the trap, a Skrull artifact locked in a safe was the bait. And you were technically also bait, disguised as the hapless hostage.

Mobius laid it on extra thick for this one; you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself.

“Easy does it, fellas,” he said in a honeyed voice. “Everyone move nice and slow.” With one hand on your shoulder and one hand on the gun trained on your back, he urged you forward with a gentle double-squeeze near your collarbone. It was a little secret communication between you two. “Keep your hands up where I can see ‘em, sweet thing.”

You struggled not to overtly roll your eyes as you lifted your hands slightly higher. You were 99% sure that Mobius had never held a revolver in his life and probably didn’t know how to fire one. The man’s idea of excitement is debating top historical time periods at lunch with you or fantasizing about jet skis. Or whatever he fantasizes about.

You glanced at the team around you, a mix of Minutemen led by B-15 - on a giant ass horse holding a rifle steady with only her eyes visible behind a black bandana, and a band of outlaw civilians who were T-minus 9 minutes from their destined massacre. The mission, simply, was that one of these people was not like the others.

U-91, also dressed as a Frontierland cast member, barked an order to hand over the chest or else. While he was monologuing on about whatever “else” was, you were scanning the group carefully waiting for the Skrull variant to reveal himself. Or you were, until—

“Hey,” you heard Mobius softly whisper behind you. You glanced to the side without turning around as he leaned closer to you. “Nice work infiltrating the gang.”

You could feel the heat of his breath on the side of your neck, and your stomach was doing something odd because of it.

“Okay,” you whispered back, trying not to move your lips. “Now is an inappropriate time to—”

“Where did you learn to ride a horse like that?” he exclaimed under his breath. “That was incredible.”

You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety of the situation, the harsh sun off the surrounding mountain range, or his praise that was making your skin flush.

“Um,” you softly replied, taken aback that he was actually impressed, “I mean- my aunt used to have this pony ride business. They’d do birthday parties—”

U-91 snapped at you, the talkative hostage, “Hey! I said shut up!”

Mobius reared back his grip on your shoulder and suddenly you crashed back into his chest. You cried out as he wrapped his arms like a vise around you.

“That’s right, I said shut your trap!” he hissed at you, playing to the audience around him.

It wasn’t often that he got to play the bad guy, but he gave it a valiant effort. You could feel the (hopefully) unloaded barrel against your back. He brought his other hand up to your throat, firmly squeezing, pulling a gasp from you.

He leaned into your body, pulling you tightly against him, as he dripped sugar-coated poison in your ear. “Not another peep outta you, ya hear?”

The first thought that sprang through your head was remembering your kink for authoritative bad boys.

Uh-oh, was the second, third, and fourth thought in your mind.

Your core was tight and you realized how heavily you were breathing when his grip loosened slightly from your throat, slipping down just a tad. You felt the warmth of his hand and resting on the skin of your chest. B-15 was already giving orders, but your brain wasn’t following the conversation anymore.

“Are you okay?” Mobius breathed in your ear. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You slowly exhaled the heat of your breath, shaking your head ‘no’ and ‘yes’ for some reason. You could feel your pulse thrumming in your neck and you knew he could feel it too.

“Did I scare you?” he asked, inquisitively. You could hear the edge of a grin in his voice.

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

“Did I scare you just now?” Your eyes darted back to the group of outlaws as B-15 began to round them up. You were definitely supposed to be paying attention to the mission, but all you could think about was how heavy his hand was on your chest. He could curl you into himself if he wanted to.

If he wanted to, and if you wanted him to, he could keep playing cowboy outlaws. He could steal you away from your bed in the middle of the night. Or maybe he could turn you in for a bounty and visit you while you’re locked in a jail cell, making you do favors for him in exchange for freedom…

Uh-oh.

He leaned in a little closer. You could feel the shadow of his lips at the nape of your neck. “I felt you shudder just now... Did you get scared?”

“No!” You replied, almost too loudly.

“Oh. Are you cold?”

“What? Why?”

“I mean, if you’re trembling and it’s not because you’re cold, and it’s not because you’re frightened, there must be some kind of reason, right?”

Your face was burning. You’re pretty sure it’s the sun. Heat stroke. You’re dying, probably, definitely, maybe.

You gritted your teeth. “Why. Are. We. Talking about this?!”

“It’s not me, is it?” he replied coolly, like taking a sip of bourbon and lemonade on a hot day. You could hear the smirk on his lips. “You’re not intimidated by me, are you?” His cast his eyes over your rosy cheek with a satisfied gaze. “Maybe I make you a little... nervous?”

“WHA’THUH HELL—?” A terrified twang rang out and you both were snatched out of the clouds. You looked up to see a green-faced cowboy, cow-Skrull? Skrull-boy? - hostile variant reach into the the side holster of one of his outlaw posse. As soon as the Skrull had his hands on his “partner’s” weapon, he shot his partner through the back, killing him (just a few minutes before his time).

Variant T-3051 was fast. As B-15 fired her rifle, he was already pulling another stunned outlaw in front of him as a shield. T-3051 raised his gun towards B-15 and fired towards her horse. The animal raised up on its hind legs, bucking her off.

“Take cover!” Mobius ordered, pulling you down with him, but there wasn’t much around.

T-3051 fired a shot blindly, striking U-91 in the arm. He dropped to the ground and crawled in a one-arm dash for cover.

In the chaotic confusion and fear, the other outlaws drew their weapons and began to fire on the TVA team and each other.

The horse that B-15 was riding began to trot off, trampling a fleeing outlaw. B-15 struggled to grab her weapon off of the ground, but T-3051’s boot dropped down on the rifle, pinning it beneath his foot. She looked up to see the barrel of T-3051’s gun pointed at her, sights trained.

You had already grabbed the single-action revolver out of Mobius’ hand. He reached for you, but you leapt out of hiding with his gun raised high.

You shot the gun out of the variant’s hand before he could fire. Stunned, T-3051 dropped backwards onto the ground as the other handful of living outlaws turned their attention towards you. With one hand rapidly pulling back the hammer as the other hand steadied your aim and squeezed the trigger, you knocked them down like bowling pins.

A few shots later and it was over. T-3051 attempted to crawl towards the stagecoach, but B-15 leapt on his back and collared him. With a push of the button, he was frozen in time.

“Target acquired,” she stated into a radio, winded from the skirmish.

Mobius jogged towards U-91 as he pulled himself to his feet. He deftly inspected the Minuteman’s injury. “U-91 is injured,” he reported into his own communications device. “Alert the infirmary. B-15?”

“All clear,” she nodded.

Mobius’ eyes searched the area frantically until they rested on you. You walked up to the safe as B-15 retrieved the alien artifact - a twisty, metallic, (oddly) phallic-shaped thing.

You snorted. “This is the bomb that could rip a planet in half?” you asked incredulously.

If you didn’t know any better, you thought you saw the tiniest smile on B-15’s lips. She radioed in, “Artifact is secure.”

Grinning with an amused chuckle, you glanced over and spotted Mobius gazing at you proudly, watching the sun rise and set in your smile. You felt your cheeks flush, dropping your eyes to the ground and biting your lip. God, this was bad. He could not look at you like that.

“Incredible,” you heard him breathe.

Part 4

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